One year the hunting was soooooo tough that I finally saw a healthy 4 point buck moving thru the thick brush past the corn feeder.
It was on my brothers property and we got a late start at setting up feeders and blinds that year. I drove 3.5 hours every weekend to go to his property driving thru Dallas traffic on a Friday evenings. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/mad.gif I had spent 63 hours sitting in a open blind that season without seeing a single deer up to that point. Opening day, the temp was in the high 80's. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/mad.gif I knew deer were in the area as I could hear a snort or occasional hoof thump and could see tracks. I would sit there and watch this squirrel cuss at a rabbit every morning and every evening. I watched that same squirrel jump on the feeder and try to get the corn thru my scope with crosshaird on his cute lil face.
Let me tell you, when my 150 grain Failsafe nosler bullet hit that moving buck in the neck and the buck did a flip..........it felt REAL good! That buck felt like a trophy to me. I threaded the brush like a needle and hit that moving buck in the neck. My buddy is still bragging about that shot. I can remember seeing that buck appear exactly where my rifle was pointed and can remember following him with my scope thru the thick Hill country brush.
/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif There was no way I was letting that one go.
That squirrel is gone now too. /ubbthreads/images/graemlins/laugh.gif
