December 19, 2012 at 7:56am
It was the Friday before Thanksgiving and I was hunting a very familiar spot. It was an incredible morning for deer hunting, the rut seemed to be getting started. I watched deer all morning, small bucks were chasing doe back and forth across my lane. Just before 8:30 I passed on two different 8 points that came by cruising for a hot doe. At 9:30 I saw a mature buck step into the lane at what a figured to be well over 200 yards. Realizing that this was a great deer I quickly put my crosshairs on his shoulder and squeezed the trigger on my .270 WSM. He ran in a circle and went into the the woods were he had appeared from. As I sat in the stand I began to question my shot, I sat there for a slow 40 minutes. As I walked to the place I thought he was standing my heart sank as I found no trace of blood. I continued to walk down the lane and I found his tracks but no blood. I followed his tracks into the woods and I could see him piled up 15 yards off the lane. The closer I got to him the harder my heart began to beat. This is by far the nicest buck I have killed here in LA. His unofficial score is 165 7/8, he is a typical 12 point and he weighed 207 pounds.