OK, It was a rainy, cold pre rut November day and I had a feeling the noon to evening hunt was going to be where the action was. I decided to go in a little later in the morning. I arrived at my spot about 9:45am. I started still hunting into my stand. The 1st deer I saw was a big spike sneaking out of an old overgrown field. I gave him another year to grow. I got down into the hollow I hunt. As I got within about 75-100 yards of my stand I turned around to notice a deer at the top of the overgrown field. I got down as close to the ground as I could because I was kind of caught out in the open. At 1st I didn't notice anything wrong with the deer. Then I noticed he had a pretty good rack so I hunkered down even more. He made his way to the middle of the over growth and bed down. So there I was, caught out in the open with at least an 8 point within 75 to 100 yards of me bedded down. I watched him; remaining calm for about 30 minutes. Finally he stood up and started walking out of the field, that's when I 1st noticed he had a limp. So I put the cross hairs on him and Boom!!! He hit the ground...
My wife had just text me and ask if I had seen anything and I was getting ready to text her back I got a facebook message from a friend, Lee Nicholeson. He ask if that was me that shot and he was looking for a 8 point he shot early that morning. I knew then that was the deer he shot some 2 hours earlier. I had no idea he was even in there. Everyone who hunts this particular area knows where I hunt and pretty much leaves me alone. It just so happened I was in the right spot at the right time. He would have never found that deer. It had a torn up shoulder but no vitals were hit. You could say it was a team effort. We are good friends so we shared the buck. I got to claim it, take a few pics and he skint it and keep the horns. He kept the meet minus backstraps and tenderloins. Everybody wins!!! :D