| ONE EVENING AROUND 3 PM I PULLED UP TO MY FATHER-IN-LAW'S HOUSE. I GOT OUT OF THE TRUCK AND WALKED ACROSS THE BEANFIELD TO MY STAND. I CLIMED UP IN IT AND SAT DOWN. I WAS FACING THE TIMBER WITH MY BACK TO THE FIELD. I MUST HAVE SAT THERE FOR ABOUT 3 MINUTES WHIN I HEARD A SNAP OF A BEAN STALK. AS I LOOKED TO MY RIGHT TOWARDS THE FIELD, THERE STOOD THE 8 POINT BUCK! THERE WAS ONLY ONE PROBLEM, I COULD NOT GET OFF A SHOT BECAUSE THE BUCK IS LOOKING RIGHT AT ME. FINALLY, HE WALKED AWAY AND THEN HEADED BACK TOWARDS THE TIMBER. SINCE IT WAS BRUSHY THERE, THE BUCK THREW HIS HEAD BACK AND FORTH TO CLEAR HIS WAY THROUGH. AT THIS TIME, HE WAS ABOUT 30 OR 40 YEARDS AWAY FROM ME. THEN WHEN HE LOOKED AWAY, I DECIDED TO TAKE MY SHOT. I LIFTED UP MY 12-GAUGE SHOTGUN, PUT THE SCOPE ON HIM, AND FIRED. |
