I slowly slid out of my chair and got in position to take the shot. I kneeled and got into position. I clicked the safety off on my trusty 30-06 and then it happened…. one of the worst Charlie horses I can remember, My entire right hamstring tightened up like a baseball. It was all I could do to stand up and stretch it out without making a sound. I did my best to keep my composure as the big boy just kept on munching away at the corn pile with the smaller buck.
I finally got back in position in a half kneeling, standing sort of stance to avoid another muscle cramp. With my barrel now laid across the window of the blind, my heart was really pounding after all that excitement. I did my best to lay the cross hairs on the sweet spot. I took one last deep breath in, slowly let it out and squeezed the trigger………BOOM!
The monster took off like a rocket! He ran right down the draw as I ejected the empty hull and loaded in a second round. By now all I saw were white tails bouncing through the trees as all the does were in-line with my buck. From the angle I was at I couldn’t tell if he was with them or not. I thought I made a good shot, but you never know until you see him hit the ground.
I sat back in my chair and took it all in. WHAT A THRILL! After a few minutes I picked up my phone and made the call- Mike- I took a shot at a nice buck! I said I think it was a clean shot, but I didn’t see him go down. Mike told me to sit tight, and he would be there shortly.
Mike pulled up about 20 minutes later and we went down to the corn pile together with our flashlights. It didn’t take long to find the blood trail. And wouldn’t you know it right where I had seen him last the big bruiser lay stone dead. My shot hit the sweet spot and the hunt was over!!! I was overwhelmed, what a thrill. I gave Mike a big hug and we both smiled from ear to ear! This was one of those moments you will always remember. Although I did feel remorse for taking the life of such a beautiful creature, the overall excitement and thrill of the experience is why we do what we do as hunters. This animal would now help feed me and my two boys for the next year and would put a memory on the wall that I will be able to tell my boys about many years from now.
So, this would be a great way to end this story. The big kill, Mike going 7 for 8 with trophy bucks during the week I was in camp and a bunch of happy clients. But if I ended it here you would miss out on a huge aspect of Mike Adam’s hunting operation. Mike was quick to get my buck loaded up and get Greg picked up and get back to town as it was the official Christmas lighting for the town of Alton where Mike lives. He had been talking it up all week. Although I wasn’t quite sure why, I would soon find out. As we pulled into town, we could hear Carolers singing and kids playing in the streets. Mike parked the truck and made a V – line to the crowd.