I remember a hunt a friend of mine and I had years ago. We had driven nearly five hours to arrive in West Virginia for a one day deer hunt. When we arrived that morning it was raining steadily. I had hunted here before and knew it was a good spot. We grabbed our rifles and packs and headed up the big hill to a watch a power line right of way. I had taken a buck off of this power line the last two years on opening day. Having only one day to hunt didn't bother me at all, the weather was another story. I hunkered in my poncho for hours and saw nothing. At about 4 o'clock my buddy shows up on the power line about 300 yards in front of me. He motions to me that he is headed to the truck. I intercepted him and convinced him to stay the last 40 minutes of the day. We sat side by side on a fallen log. He sat there grumbling about how bad of a day we had. I told him your in the woods anything can happen at any time. At about 4:50 he nudges me and stares to our right. I see the flicker of white that I knew was a deers tail. This deer was a mere 15 yards from us just inside the brushy wood line. Soon three deer materalize and I whisper to him the third one is definately a buck. I say let him take one more...BOOM. His .243 blasts the quietness and the deer hits the ground. I think this was the most excited I'd ever seen him. This deer was his first buck ever. He just kept thanking me for not letting him go to the truck. This wasn't the last day of the season, it was opening day, but the only day we had to hunt.
