Here in West Virginia I found the rut to be very slow during our two week rifle season, at least locally. I hunted six days the first week seeing 14 bucks, nothing but young deer still great being out in the deer woods.
The second week I was back to work and had several work obligations so only had one afternoon to hunt with a friend.
Made it to the farm late getting caught behind a school bus cost me 30 minutes and I was a little frustrated but still hopeful for a good hunt. My friend had already taken a good buck and was just sitting in a hillside enjoying the afternoon.
I get parked by the barn and step out of the truck grabbing my pack and rifle. I look to the wood line about 400 yards away and a lone deer comes trotting my way. It gets a bit closer and I can see it’s a good buck and decide I’m going to take it.
I maneuver about 75 yards and wait for the deer to cross the bottom of the field for a clear shot. The deer continuing to trot comes into the clear at 150 yards and I touch off a shot and the deer drops.
My friend starts texting asking if I shot. I respond with “yes”. He responds with you gotta be kidding me. I say no. He then walks down to meet me and we laugh about my 3 minute hunt. Sometimes it’s just being at the right place at the right time and has nothing to do with being a good hunter.
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