The first two weeks of Novmeber is always a magical time for most hunters, and for good reason. Bucks are chasing the ladies without a care in the world. The morning of the 11th Chance and I were sitting in the stand still on cloud nine from the 150" 8 point that Chance had killed the week before. It was a pretty slow morning and I was starting to regret deer hunting that morning when I knew in the back of my mind we should have went duck hunting! I was about ready to give up and go get some breakfast when Chance convinced me to stay another 30 minutes until 10 am. Sure enough I heard crashing through the brush behind me but because of the think understory I could not tell what it was. About that time Chance whispered "buck comin', big buck comin'!!". That is when I started to really get nervous and was fumbling to get my rangefinder out just in case. As luck would have it a doe lead that buck right to our stand at 12 yards so I gave up trying to get the rangefinder out of my pocket and let the T3 eat at 12 yards and the rest was history! This was an incredible experience to share with a good friend who thankfully made me stay that extra 30 minutes or this would not have been possible! Both bucks Chance and I harvested were on none of our trail cameras that year before they met their demise, thats why you have to love sweet November! You never know what is going to happen!
Visibility: 35690
Duration: 7m 5s
Rating: 70