I was hunting up at Camp Grayling, Michigan this week and got my first white tail deer on opening day. I bagged a 137 pound, 4 point buck. I got him at about 11 am. I was sitting on a small ridge looking down into some brush and small trees that had a few small clearings. Earlier in the morning I spotted a doe coming from my right rear, down the side of the ridge, into one of the clearings and then across my font down to a larger field. I decided to stay in that spot. This was a good call. The buck was coming along the ridge to my right, he seemed to be heading towards the same field that the doe had gone into hours before. As he approached I scoped him to be sure he had antlers (he did but not very big) and then he walked into one of the small clearing, right to my front, about 46 yards away. he stopped and alerted to something to his right front (my left). He looked that way and presented his front left quarter. I put the scope on him and calmly aimed, pulled the trigger and dropped him where he stood. I shot him with my Winchester Model 70 XTR featherweight in .308 Win. I walked up to him and he was kicking his hind legs and still breathing, so I fired a finishing shot into his lungs.
Tomorrow I get the meat form the processor and we're going to have one big feast.
Tomorrow I get the meat form the processor and we're going to have one big feast.