The lock-on was hung by the rub line with care, in hopes that a big buck soon would be there....

Mossy Oak head to toes, I settled in my tree, with visions of big bucks I wanted to see....

With my bow in my hand, what else would I want, I had just settled in for an all day hunt....

I grabbed my horns and gave them a rattle, mocking the sound of 2 bucks in battle...

I hung up the antlers in the fork of a tree limb, picked up my bow in anticipation....

Then what to my watching eyes should appear, a small little 6 point 40 yards from my tree....

The small buck walked right by the tree that I sat in, his eyes scanned the woods and his nose checked the wind....

It wasn't 10 minutes, I saw another buck, I picked up my binos to get a closer look....

Good brows, great tine length, a widespread to boot, this was a deer I wanted to shoot....

Adrenaline rush, my heart started poundin', I grunted one time and the buck started comin'....

At 60, at 50, at 40, now 30, the moment of truth and I was ready....

I drew back my bow and settled my top pin, then bleated real soft and the buck stopped walkin'....

I touched the release, the broadhead cut bone, the buck spun around and ran back where he'd come from....

He ran down the trail, disappeared in the high grass, and just out of sight I heard him crash....

My legs were still shakin', my heart was still poundin', no reason to wait, the buck was on the ground....

My hands touched his antlers, there was no ground shrinkage, 140/150 is what I was thinkin'....

There's more to this story, it's not what it seems, for this whole hunt took place in my latest dream....

So the next time I climb in my treestand at Christmas, I'll think of this hunt and hope yours is just like this....

written by:Rick Taylor     December 20th, 2008

Merry Christmas!! I had a little time on my hands this afternoon, and came up with this story. I hope y'all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!

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