by Jerimiah Havicus
During Kentucky's late muzzeloading season, it was unseasonably
warm, like 55 to 60 degrees. But being the hunter I am, I got
my stuff together and headed out anyway.
I decided I would glass and stalk for bedded deer, I was after
what ever I saw, doe or buck it didn't matter. I walked around
from just before daylight till 9 or so with no prevail. After
stopping by my Grandmas for some breakfast I headed back out.
By now it is like 10:30 and I'm getting a little discouraged
bet kept on going. I walked up the ridge above my papaw's house
and looked over in the fields that run with the hills, thats
when I saw them, antlers not big but finally I see antlers.
He was about 120 yards away, he winded me about that time and
stood up to walk/run away. I said to myself it is now or never,
I brought my old CVA Bobcat up and set the sights right above
his front shoulder and let the hammer fall. He jumped straight
up and fell over. I was so relieved I finally killed a buck.
After I got to him I realized that it was a main frame 8 pt.
with about a 3 inch kicker off of his right base. Not big but
a nice first trophy.
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