I unclipped my harness and climbed down. The wind allowed me to follow him. I skirted the field edge in a low crouch. As I rounded the bend to the west, I spotted him, following the doe. I had to pick up the pace. I hugged the trees and used the overhanging limbs to hide. He was on higher ground, which allowed me to glimpse his silhouette from time time, while remaining shielded. I caught a good look of the buck cresting the field, 60-80 yards in front of me. I looked at my watch, I had less than 15 minutes. I had to pick it up, so I broke cover and scurried up the little hill behind him.
[/align]As I reached the crest, I lowered myself and looked over. There he was! He was walking into the tall grass on the far side of the field. He would be gone in seconds. I grunted and he froze, at less than 40 yds. I rose to my feet in order to gain a better view of his vitals, took aim and squeezed.
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[/align]A direct heart shot lead to a short but violent death run, ending in a steep gully. He was a true hog body with a field dressed weight of 210 lbs. and a tall, 142", ten point rack.
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[/align]My stalk could have ended in failure if one deer had tried to enter the field as I snuck by. But it didn't and I got lucky.
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