The Rock Buck
MuleyMadness
7/31/11 5:38am


I sat waiting by the dusty road and fell asleep dreaming of monster mulies hanging on my wall.My heart rate began to climb as I knew there was at least one buck on the mountain. After hiking down to see the kill, my cousin Brandon had downed his first buck, a pretty 3-point. I then of course heading straight back up hill to finish our drive. About 1/2 hour later I heard another shot below. I never ventured below as I was to far up and the drive was almost finished. I was beginning to think that I was the only member of the party that would never see an antler. That's when things got real interesting, real quick. I walked to the edge of a huge draw, where I simply could go no further as the ledge below was mighty steep. I sat down to rest my weary bones, after I was content I stood up walked out on rock overhanging the ledge. I sat staring at the beautiful scenery, when suddenly a bounding crash straight below me jolted my attention. I had told myself that I wouldn't shoot at anything but a three point or bigger. At first glance I knew it was at least a 3-point, so I instantly dropped to the ground and fired. I simply had no time to think, and it's a good thing because I usually take way to long to shoot, and the deer are gone. The buck gave me a running shot to my left as he headed down the draw. Upon shooting the buck disappeared, seconds later I heard a thunderous crash. I instantly knew the sound of crushing antlers, which brought excitement because I knew I had hit him,


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