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<blockquote data-quote="DakotaFire101" data-source="post: 3034875" data-attributes="member: 81053"><p>So about ten years ago I was working full time running my own gusnmithing business. It was the last weekend of November which here in South Dakota is the last weekend of west river deer season. I had planned on making it out west for the final weekend which had historically for me always been my most successful time to hunt. Late Thursday afternoon I got a call from a great customer of mine who was leaving for a Texas hog hunt that weekend and his suppressor paperwork had finally came back approved that day. He wanted all of the guns he was taking on the trip threaded so he could use his new can. I told him I was planning on going out west and leaving in about an hour. He begged and pleaded and offered to pay me time and a half so I agreed. He dropped the guns off that night and I went to work right away. Getting three done that night and the final seven done the next day. </p><p> By the time I was finished it was late Friday evening, about 9 pm. I had given up my plans of hunting and decided to just hit the local dive bar instead as a young bachelor might be so inclined to do. My oldest uncle, who's only 14 years older than me, calls me and tells me that he's headed out to his little honey hole near gregory south dakota and wanted to know if I'd go. My tag was a special buck tag which meant it was good for any private land west of the Missouri, and since gregory was a lot closer than the place I was planning to go near Edgemont south dakota I jumped at the offer. </p><p></p><p>Fast forward to the following evening, where after we stopped at the gas station in town so my uncle could get himself a coke and a gas station egg roll, we were sitting in a box blind overlooking a beautiful mix of river bottom and crop ground. Through my binoculars I spotted what appeared to be a very nice whitetail poking in and out of the trees about half a mile away. As I was very confident in my new hot rod I had just built, a 28" barreled 28 nosler launching 180 grain berger hvlds, I set up to take a shot the next time the deer provided a broadside shot. That shot never came and the buck disappeared into the trees. </p><p> About that time the gas station egg rolls and my dear uncles stomach had an unfortunate disagreement. I could hear the gurgling and rumbling and figured the hunt was about to come to a muddy end. He looked at me, wide eyed and said in a panic "dude I have to sh@?" The there was a fence line with a plum thicket about 200 yards behind us and I requested that he make his deposit over there where I didn't think deer would notice him or catch the scent before I could see them. Well he flies out of the blind and down the 8 ft ladder and a second later I felt the blind shake as he used one of the posts of the blind as a back rest for his dirty deed. I guess making the fence line was out of the question. A few minutes later he returned to the blind missing the white t shirt he had on under his coat. I shook my head and figured that the hunt was for sure over now. </p><p> No longer than 5 minutes later a young doe appeared in the creek bottom we were overlooking and ran straight by us in a hurry. We didn't have time to make sense of it by the time we noticed the same buck from earlier trailing a few hundred yards behind. I set my rifle on the rest and took a few quick rangefinder readings for reference as the buck was quickly moving our way. Suddenly he caught the scent of something he didn't like and turned broadside with his tail fully up, he made two quick stomps, I flipped the safety off and fired, the buck didn't move. He acted confused, still searching the source of this horrid odor and now a sudden loud bang. Little did I know my uncle was about to try to take a shot when I fired again. This time I held to hit him right at the neck/shoulder junction. The buck folded like wet cardboard and celebrations ensued. I hit him both times, near as I could figure he was just too fired up to notice a bullet zip through his lungs. The buck wound up scoring 153" which is still to this day the biggest whitetail I've ever killed. We talked by my uncles impromptu toilet on our way to the deer, white t shirt crumpled up on top and all. We still reflect on that story today every time we're together. It's always the funny, unexpected things that make a hunt great for me.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="DakotaFire101, post: 3034875, member: 81053"] So about ten years ago I was working full time running my own gusnmithing business. It was the last weekend of November which here in South Dakota is the last weekend of west river deer season. I had planned on making it out west for the final weekend which had historically for me always been my most successful time to hunt. Late Thursday afternoon I got a call from a great customer of mine who was leaving for a Texas hog hunt that weekend and his suppressor paperwork had finally came back approved that day. He wanted all of the guns he was taking on the trip threaded so he could use his new can. I told him I was planning on going out west and leaving in about an hour. He begged and pleaded and offered to pay me time and a half so I agreed. He dropped the guns off that night and I went to work right away. Getting three done that night and the final seven done the next day. By the time I was finished it was late Friday evening, about 9 pm. I had given up my plans of hunting and decided to just hit the local dive bar instead as a young bachelor might be so inclined to do. My oldest uncle, who's only 14 years older than me, calls me and tells me that he's headed out to his little honey hole near gregory south dakota and wanted to know if I'd go. My tag was a special buck tag which meant it was good for any private land west of the Missouri, and since gregory was a lot closer than the place I was planning to go near Edgemont south dakota I jumped at the offer. Fast forward to the following evening, where after we stopped at the gas station in town so my uncle could get himself a coke and a gas station egg roll, we were sitting in a box blind overlooking a beautiful mix of river bottom and crop ground. Through my binoculars I spotted what appeared to be a very nice whitetail poking in and out of the trees about half a mile away. As I was very confident in my new hot rod I had just built, a 28" barreled 28 nosler launching 180 grain berger hvlds, I set up to take a shot the next time the deer provided a broadside shot. That shot never came and the buck disappeared into the trees. About that time the gas station egg rolls and my dear uncles stomach had an unfortunate disagreement. I could hear the gurgling and rumbling and figured the hunt was about to come to a muddy end. He looked at me, wide eyed and said in a panic "dude I have to sh@?" The there was a fence line with a plum thicket about 200 yards behind us and I requested that he make his deposit over there where I didn't think deer would notice him or catch the scent before I could see them. Well he flies out of the blind and down the 8 ft ladder and a second later I felt the blind shake as he used one of the posts of the blind as a back rest for his dirty deed. I guess making the fence line was out of the question. A few minutes later he returned to the blind missing the white t shirt he had on under his coat. I shook my head and figured that the hunt was for sure over now. No longer than 5 minutes later a young doe appeared in the creek bottom we were overlooking and ran straight by us in a hurry. We didn't have time to make sense of it by the time we noticed the same buck from earlier trailing a few hundred yards behind. I set my rifle on the rest and took a few quick rangefinder readings for reference as the buck was quickly moving our way. Suddenly he caught the scent of something he didn't like and turned broadside with his tail fully up, he made two quick stomps, I flipped the safety off and fired, the buck didn't move. He acted confused, still searching the source of this horrid odor and now a sudden loud bang. Little did I know my uncle was about to try to take a shot when I fired again. This time I held to hit him right at the neck/shoulder junction. The buck folded like wet cardboard and celebrations ensued. I hit him both times, near as I could figure he was just too fired up to notice a bullet zip through his lungs. The buck wound up scoring 153" which is still to this day the biggest whitetail I've ever killed. We talked by my uncles impromptu toilet on our way to the deer, white t shirt crumpled up on top and all. We still reflect on that story today every time we're together. It's always the funny, unexpected things that make a hunt great for me. [/QUOTE]
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