It was the first day of gun season, and it was unseasonably warm. This 50 year old grandmother was going deer hunting for just the second time in her life.
I went on opening day last year, but passed up a small buck (the rack wasn't big enough for me). But this year, I wasn't going to pass up anything!
After being out there about an hour and a half something caught my eye. Walking across the field was a 4 or 5 point buck, not real big, but big enough. I grabbed the Thompson Center muzzleloader, buried it in my shoulder, aimed down on him, firmly squeezed the trigger, and BOOM.
Well, as the smoke cleared, we watched as this beautiful 5 point buck turned and ran into the woods. We lost sight of him in the trees. I was disappointed, but stayed for a couple more hours. We finally decided to leave, but walked over by where he had entered the woods, and there was blood!
We tracked it about 25 yards, and there he was! I was elated! I got my deer after all!