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<blockquote data-quote="Allen Kitts" data-source="post: 3091532" data-attributes="member: 103317"><p>I was whitetail hunting on a buddies ranch that was loaded with big whitetails. We were driving one of the ranch roads close to the top of the mountain when I spotted a huge 5 by 5 western count a hundred yards below the road. My buddy was driving and I yelled stop there he is, he slammed on the brakes and I jumped out and laid down across the edge of the ranch road and put the crosshairs on him. Right as I was about to pull the trigger on this great buck my buddy yells don't shoot we can do better. I said to him are you crazy, because I knew the buck was at least a 150-160 class deer. He said I am sure. Reluctantly, I put the safety back on and got up and then the buck starts to run off, my buddy yells there's the big one right there running off. I looked at him in disbelief and honestly wanted to shoot him. I said that is the buck I was looking at and he said well you should have shot him, that's one of the better bucks on the property. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite3" alt=":(" title="Frown :(" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":(" /> He had been looking at a smaller four by four that quite a way to the left of the one I was looking at the entire time. He said, well follow him over that ridge and just continue down as it drops down into the river bottom, if you take it easy you should be able to catch up to him if you don't spook him. He said he would drive around the mountain and back into the bottom and pick me up at the river. I start down the mountain slowly at first then increased my pace as I felt that the buck had a pretty good head start. Just as I crest the rise of the next lower ridge I saw horns and the buck running hell bent for leather to get over the ridge before I could get a shot. It was about 250-300 yards down the hill from my position and all I could do was pull up and shoot. I could not tell if I had hit him but his body language had changed at the report of the shot so I thought maybe I had gotten lucky. I was so excited by this time I could hardly control my emotions. I slowly made my way to the site of where I felt the deer had been standing and there just over the crest of the lower ridge he laid, piled up in a bunch of sage brush. I had actually hit him high in the back and killed him pretty much right on the spot. As I looked at him I noticed his body didn't look as big as what I had remembered from twenty or so minutes before. When I pulled his head from the sage brush I immediately knew it was not the buck I was after and was actually a considerably smaller four by four. then I heard something down the hill from me and looked up and the big five by five was standing there looking at me at about fifty yards. I starred in disbelief but there was nothing I could do about it. I just smiled, said a few choice words to the gods and went about my business of cleaning up the one I had taken. I had made an incredibly lucky shot at a pretty far distance, at that time in my life, off hand to boot. Unfortunately the big rack of the five by five had me rattled and as soon as I saw horns I cut loose. You live an learn I guess.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Allen Kitts, post: 3091532, member: 103317"] I was whitetail hunting on a buddies ranch that was loaded with big whitetails. We were driving one of the ranch roads close to the top of the mountain when I spotted a huge 5 by 5 western count a hundred yards below the road. My buddy was driving and I yelled stop there he is, he slammed on the brakes and I jumped out and laid down across the edge of the ranch road and put the crosshairs on him. Right as I was about to pull the trigger on this great buck my buddy yells don't shoot we can do better. I said to him are you crazy, because I knew the buck was at least a 150-160 class deer. He said I am sure. Reluctantly, I put the safety back on and got up and then the buck starts to run off, my buddy yells there's the big one right there running off. I looked at him in disbelief and honestly wanted to shoot him. I said that is the buck I was looking at and he said well you should have shot him, that's one of the better bucks on the property. :( He had been looking at a smaller four by four that quite a way to the left of the one I was looking at the entire time. He said, well follow him over that ridge and just continue down as it drops down into the river bottom, if you take it easy you should be able to catch up to him if you don't spook him. He said he would drive around the mountain and back into the bottom and pick me up at the river. I start down the mountain slowly at first then increased my pace as I felt that the buck had a pretty good head start. Just as I crest the rise of the next lower ridge I saw horns and the buck running hell bent for leather to get over the ridge before I could get a shot. It was about 250-300 yards down the hill from my position and all I could do was pull up and shoot. I could not tell if I had hit him but his body language had changed at the report of the shot so I thought maybe I had gotten lucky. I was so excited by this time I could hardly control my emotions. I slowly made my way to the site of where I felt the deer had been standing and there just over the crest of the lower ridge he laid, piled up in a bunch of sage brush. I had actually hit him high in the back and killed him pretty much right on the spot. As I looked at him I noticed his body didn't look as big as what I had remembered from twenty or so minutes before. When I pulled his head from the sage brush I immediately knew it was not the buck I was after and was actually a considerably smaller four by four. then I heard something down the hill from me and looked up and the big five by five was standing there looking at me at about fifty yards. I starred in disbelief but there was nothing I could do about it. I just smiled, said a few choice words to the gods and went about my business of cleaning up the one I had taken. I had made an incredibly lucky shot at a pretty far distance, at that time in my life, off hand to boot. Unfortunately the big rack of the five by five had me rattled and as soon as I saw horns I cut loose. You live an learn I guess. [/QUOTE]
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