As he slowly made his way my direction, I confirmed it was the buck I was after and prepared for the shot. After freshening a scrape, he finally entered one of my windows and I dropped the hammer. As the smoke cleared, I saw him down the logging road and out of sight. Of course, I immediately started doubting my shot despite feeling confident in it. For some reason, I never had buck fever- even after making the shot.
To be safe, I gave him an hour before I climbed down to look for blood. My spirits were lifted when I found what appeared to be lung blood about ten yards from where he was standing. 100 yards later, I found him laying in a thicket and the celebration was on!
He's 5 1/2 years old and I rough scored him at 142 gross. Not bad for an ol' East Tennessee mountain buck! Now if I can only connect with the possible booner running around on our property...
