had a big 6er, a doe and two yearlings dead to rights but i passed 'em up. i figured the buck might as well as grow and i can only fit one deer at a time in my deer cooler so since it's so early i let the doe go, plus she had those two yearlings(both of which were bucks). i had a small 8 at a long shot but that was opening morning and i figured i'd wait and see what happens. then on sun. night i saw a BIG buck come in about 300yds off right at sundown on the edge of a field. i waited to see what he'd do, then i moved out and covered over 500yds to come in on him with the wind (and rain) in my favor at about 40yds-it was beautiful-friggin' textbook. i found a hole in the grass i was standing in where i could see him. i raised my gun, put him in my 3X9-40 tasco, slipped the safety off, pulled the slack out of the trigger and held....held.....held-then i put the gun down. i grabbed my bincs and they wouldn't work-too dark. i slid my scope up to 9-too dark. i moved around, but i couldn't find another hole, so i came back to my original hole and repeated my procedure looking for something that could tell me what i was looking at. i LITERALLY couldn't tell if i was looking at his ass, or his neck with his head down. he was pointing my direction when i saw him initially but i couldn't tell for sure and i've always gone by "if i can't tell what the hell i'm shootin'-i ain't shootin' it." and after desperatley moving around some more looking for something to tell me, he saw me-snorted and took off. oh well, i've got all kinds of more time. thing was-was i was still in legal hunting hours, but it was so overcast with the rain and all-it got too dark. he was at least a 10 pointer, but i think he had two brow tines on top of that. and my current big deer weighed out around 230 dressed and this brute was BIGGER. it was the hardest thing i've ever done. oh well, that's why they call it huntin' and not killin'.
jake