Several years ago, I was sitting on "my hill" on the last day if gun season. I haven't seen anything, all season, to even take my gun off safety. It is 7:00 AM. To my left, down the hill is a pond, there is a draw directly in front of me with a rise on the other side starting at the pond that extends about 300 yds and then turns right forming a small basin at the south end of draw. To my immediate right is another draw with a small hill there. The hills are about 30 feet above these draws. I am in my blind mostly watching the pond, but out of the corner of my right eye way to the deep part of the basin, I saw movement. I turn to look and all I see is a dark mass moving through the tall weeds. It is still very early and the entire basin is not well lit at all.
I turn in my blind and move my shooting sticks so if it is a deer, I can get a shot off. The dark mass soon comes out of the weeds as a very, very nice rack on a very nice buck. He comes to the base of the hill to my right and turns as if to go through the draw between my hill and the one to the right He was 60 yards away from me. He angled his body about 45 degrees to my right as I let one round go aiming downward but into the right side of his chest close to his shoulder. I shoot Hornady .270 140 grain Light Magnums.
Immediately after the shot, the buck wheeled to his right and ran up the hill that was directly across from my hill, now on my left.
I chambered another round in case I needed another shot. I could see him on top of the hill through the trees. I got ready to shoot again when he piled, lifted up his head and then dropped his head to the ground.
To say my heart was pounding and that there was an adrenaline release is an understatement. I had the shakes, big time and could barely get out of my blind 'cause my knees were like rubber. I climbed down the hill I was on, walked across the draw, and climbed the other hill. It took me a little while just looking at him and counting the points, not really believing I had just killed this buck. I field dressed him and went to get my vehicle. I had to go get the key first to get a vehicle into this property. I was driving a Ford Explorer and the guy that had the key said he had a 4x4 truck and we could just throw it in there. We drove to the bottom of the hill, dragged the deer 30 yards, DOWN HILL to the truck. Easiest drag out I've ever had.
Several hunters in the area had been looking for this deer as it was one of the bigger bucks known to inhabit the area. There were a few jealous hunters that year. They were still talking about it 2 years later. I was known as the guy that got that "big 8 point"
People I didn't know, knew me because of that deer.

I have tried but I guess I am not computer savvy enough to get the picture that I have as wallpaper on my computer to post it. It is that deer as it hangs over my fireplace. If someone can tell me how to post pictures, I'd be happy to post it.

It was 8 years ago, I went back home to hunt with my brother. I was putting on a drive while he blocked, it was my turn. This is a drive that takes some time, it's almost a mile long, but if you sit in just this one spot you can see the whole draw.

I was about 15 minutes from being done and I hadn't heard a shot so I figured that he didn't see anything or it was to far away to shoot, that's when he started shooting. At the sound of the first shot I knew that he had hit the deer, but the first was followed by three more shots. I was thinking, good Lord is he really that bad of a shot, if you knew him you would understand, I knew it wasn't the gun, he was shooting my Browning .300 mag that I had aready shot one with.

When I finally came out he was sitting there sweating like he had just ran a marathon, I asked him where the deer was and he said he wasn't sure. He started to doubt himself because the deer keep on running, so we went to the area that he thought the deer was and stared to look for blood. We finally found the blood trail and started to follow it, after 3/4 of a mile he just sat down, I looked over and he had the biggest grin on his face. I knew that he found it, I walked over and there his wall hanger was.

He shot him 4 times in the chest and still ran 3/4 of a mile. I could not believe it.

The deer scored in the 150s, I'm still looking for the pictures. When I find them I will post'em

Thanks, My daughter showed me what I was doing wrong. None of the pix got saved as jpegs. Once we got that changed it was easy. I will admit I do much better outdoors than figuring stuff on the computer, but then isn't that why we have kids around? :)

i was probly 9 & i took out my grandpaws .32 winchester special with 150 gr. core lokts i could see 8 does in a feild feeding, i circled around & got down wind of them crawled on my stomach until i was within 12 yards & stayed on my stomach with my gun over a stump, i just layed there for about 30 miunits & watched, i was about 10 feet from a big pine with a wad of cedar to my left out in the feild, about 30 yards from me, i finaly picked out a spike in the bunch & figured "heck meat is meat" i waited until it got to the edge of the bunch shot right in the sholder & it droped, itwas great for about 1/2 a second when 2 of the biggest bucks ive ever seen in my life ran out from that wad of cedar & needless to say i missed them

that must of felt horrible to miss that buck i feel bad for you.

one time me and my dad and my buddy had sat in a deer stand every day of season and didnt see a thing at last light of last day my dad shot a nice little eight point there was still 30 min left till dark so my dad went to get the truck and left me and my buddy to stand guard of the deer. my dad came back looking like he was about to cry he said i knew i should of brought you guys with me to get the truck. why? he saw a 13 point buck about 10 yards away from the truck he left his gun with us. go figure

on the day before youth day 2008 my dad my dads flight landed. The flight was coming in from alberta. He just got done a whitetail hunt up there and killed a deer that scored 160. He didnt get home till late so he didnt get alot of sleep that night(he had to get up at 5 30 to take me hunting and didnt get home till 12 A.M). We got in my stand at about 6 45. My dad was tired and cold and wanted to go get breakfast by 9 00. at at about 8 50 as we were getting ready to go we spotted a nice button buck to our left. I got my gun ready and the deer walked out in front of me at 15 yards and i shot it.

I know how you feel. Im 12 now but when i was 11 it was my first season to bowhunt.My dad was setting out bait for the upcoming rifle season and left his bag by a tree. I was about 30 yards away and was poking a stick in the ground and all of a sudden a huge doe popped out, ran 5 feet past my dad and stood there.My bow was 8 feet away so i crawled over and picked it up. I had pretty much no practice so i wasnt very good with the bow. I stalked over to the doe and aimed and shot. The arrow was perfest until it hit a twig and deflected into the ground. the doe circled and came back. Plink right over her back. She circled and came back again. Plink one last miss at 10 yards just over her back. She had had enough and scampered away never to be seen again. The next year i had practiced hard and still ended up wounding a deer and never finding it. Then i missed a turkey with my bow and then missed another doe with a scoped muzzelloader. NOT A GOOD FEELING to miss six animals. I'll never forget those times and have learned many valuable lessons in deer and turkey hunting.

My buddy and I are out early morning on a thursday, and we didnt see a thing. On the way home he calls up a few guys and wanted to know if we could go out on a hunt with them in the afternoon. The guys say OK, BUT only my buddy could go, I couldnt because it was a "special" spot and there wasnt enough room. To make a long story short I went to my brothers back yard sat in my climber in the same tree where he bagged a monster 8pt the week before. After a few hours i notice movement out of the corner of my eye, and my heart is in my throat. He shows himself from behind a tree i draw and as he takes two steps out i release and get a great lung shot from 30 yards. I had no idea how big he was until we walked up and saw this beast. He looked like a horse on the ground, 10pt w/ a 12" G2, dressed out over 200. My second deer, and second buck. Needless to say, my buddy who went to the "special" spot....SKUNKED!!

How do i put them up? im new to this

That is one sweet deer, Congrats on a job well done.

me and my dad and my brother were walking along to the last draw on our land talking when we see 2 huge muleys so we get into position and we aim . i down my deer and the other deer gets up runs to the top of the hill and my dad downs him so my brother didnt get anythin but we were walking to our deer and heer comes a third muley right up to us and stops 25 yards away from us and my brother shoulders his gun and shot him in the middle of the chest but he just stood there so he popped two more into him and he just stood there sowe walked up to him and polked and he dropped over dead then we heard a rustling and looked up to see my deer run over the top of the hill. so i took off runing after him and when i got to the top of the hill he was laying there dead. so we gutted them and took them to the truck. and we decided to go bird hunting and we walked about 200 yards and shot 4 pheasents and 2 grouse and went home and learend that we did this in 2and a half hours.