I guess I shouldn't be surprised by the events of yesterday. After all, I knew in my gut from the moment I got pics of DD this year that I'd fail to kill him in the same way I failed with Deuce, Moe, Jack, etc. So when I got the text from Matt (lessor for NC) at 11 yesterday saying he'd shot a buck and may need to track him on us, my gut sank. I knew it was DD before he ever sent me the pic. After confirming it was DD, I climbed down and headed over to see him in person. He was everything I thought he'd be: 161 3/4" with a 30" neck and a good 250 lbs. dressed. Just a truly magnificent whitetail. In talking with Matt and his hunting partner Harvey, Matt has 15 years of hard work in killing a whitetail this size, so he's certainly put in his time. IMO, it's different cause that time wasn't put directly in to DD, but it's time and effort nonetheless. I got to meet all 4 guys on the lease in the last week and while I'm still not a huge fan of seeing deer ride back to NC, these guys make good temporary neighbors and I'd rather they kill one of the bucks I get to know more than a car, disease, coyotes, poachers or some of my asshole neighbors.
So where does this leave me? If I hear "that's what happens on small parcels" or "get back out there" or "you never know what will stroll by in the rut" one more time, I might punch the mailman. At the risk of sounding incredibly narcissistic and childish, very few (if any) understand what it is to have walked in my shoes right now. To invest 10 years, 1,500 treestand hours, thousands of dollars, your heart and soul in to fulfilling one dream: building history with one buck and sealing the deal all on the family farm, making for a story for the ages... all to consistently end in failure; not to many people know that disappointment. I'm trying to do something more than JUST kill a big buck. And maybe I bit off more than I can chew...
We all hunt for different reasons and most of us preach not pushing those reasons on others, so while I appreciate the moral support, understand it's just not a simple as "get back in the saddle again" for some. What I enjoy, why I hunt, is the pursuit of that one deer that I've built a story with. That's what puts my ass in a seat. Shooting 130" deer or some random deer, doesn't appeal to me in the same way it does others. I want the story. That's why I'm hunting and a good story has layers. Chapters. I'm running out of ink on this story and I'm not sure how much longer I'm going to keep working on it.
It was a fun ride big boy...