This was a gun kill, but a nice recovery.

It was Friday night and I put a quick (questionable to me now) shot on the biggest buck of my life. I went to look at the point of impact and found bloody acorns all over the place. Obviously I had hit gut, so I let the deer lay and backed out. Six hours later, 12 at night, we were out looking due to snowfall that was coming hard. We had no blood whatsoever, but every 10 yards we would find another bloody acorn. The deer was traveling a trail that was headed straight towards a large development. (I had permission to be on the land). We soon gave up and figured we would grid search it in the morning because the snow had covered the remaining acorns. The next morning I woke my dad up at 5:30 sharp and we were out there well before daylight, because I was waaaaay anxious. We started looking for almost three hours and nothing. We had decided to head back for something to eat and possibly come out later. On our way back, I was dragging behind checking every nook and cranny I could. I was looking up towards the development when I notice a large clump of snow with brown underneath it. I yell at my dad and crash through the brush and jump on top of it. As I was running up on it, I could see the massive antler coming out the snow. Now, I have my biggest buck to show for it. Thanks for reading.

I know, no snow here because of rain and melt off.


And the Mount.