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How to bag trophy bucks...yeah, right. This blog is a journal of a guy with whitetail fever. If everything goes right this season, I'll spend hours and hours in the bush for a few seconds of action.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Ghost in the Woods

Fifty yards ahead of me, moving in and out of cover, was some kind of large ...something. It was moving pretty fast, and quiet...man it was quiet. It moved like a phantom...at first I thought it was a big cat. (Honestly, from where I was all I could tell was something huge and graceful was in front of me, and a big cat was the first thing that came to mind). There were two more breaks in the cover it was moving through. Asking myself  "What IS that"?, I scoped in on the next break in cover. That's when I saw the antlers. It was moving fast, snout to the ground, looking for a hot doe.With my heart beating so loud I was sure it would hear me , I took a deep breath and scoped in on the last break. My prayers were answered when he passed through my scope one last time, I exhaled, and let my shot fly. A moment I had been waiting for all season passed in less than thirty seconds.

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