I killed the biggest deer of my life and had a blast. I killed an 8-point buck that broke from a stand of trees about 30 yards from me. I pulled up on it with - using a .257 Weatherby - a popped it in the right shoulder from about 75 yards while it was on a dead run. When I got over to it the deer was laying on its back and had flipped head-over-hoof when I shot it. I thought it was dead but it was only playing opposum. Once I got within about 10 feet and was about to crouch down to make sure it was dead the deer opened it's eyes, looked deep into my soul and grunted loudly - apparently he had other plans. The buck proceeded to flip over, get up and come after me at which point I high-tailed it away yelling at Matt to "shoot that deer". It was pretty funny. The deer then turned and ran away from me and dropped after about 50 yards at which point I shot it twice with my pistol and put a knife through it's heart and still had to wait about 20 minutes for it to stop kicking so I could clean it. Enjoy the pics. I can't wait to go back.
Our deer at Andy's house. Mine is the one on the left. Andy's is on the right - a 13-pointer.
Posing with our kill. Jason and his Nilgai, Josh, me and Andy with our whitetails.
Me and Josh with my buck.
Posing with my buck. You can come visit my house in about six months and see it haning on my wall. :)
Sunrise over the Gulf as we headed to our hunt. God definitely blessed us with a great day and a blessed hunt.