Originally Posted by
dana
First year my son hunted deer he was 11. We hunted the early youth season in Region 3 and saw some absolute incredible deer. One buck was flirting with the 190 inch typical mark. The buck was feeding in a high elevation cutblock. We stalked closer and closer. 40 yards with the iron sighted 30-30 lever gun, a family heirlom from my father-in-law who passed before my son was born. The buck was feeding broadside with head down and no clue we were there. Set up the shooting sticks and got my son set up. No go. He was too short to see the buck's vitals due to the tall fireweed. Okay, lets get closer. 30 yards, 20 yards. Nope, still can't see above the fireweed. There was a big stump at about 12 yards. That should get him high enough to see. Mover ever so slowly. Inching closer and closer. At 15 yards all hell broke loose as we pretty much stepped on another buck that was bedded. When he bolted up, the big boy took off for the timber. I yelled, 'Hey Buck! Hey Buck!' to get him to stop. It worked, he stopped ever so briefly just before entering the timber. Turned around and there was the buck we stepped on standing broadside at 20 yards, a young nontypical with trash and double droppers. I said to my son 'You can take that one.' He said to me, 'No dad, we're hunting big bucks!' We both laughed so loud the young buck clued in and bounded for the safety of the timber.