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My 2013 Last Day Buck
As many of you might know the Owens have a little last day luck. Normally not me! Normally I am tagged out within the first couple days. Not this year. Myself, my wife, my brother, and another hunting companion, Mike Marshall all had buck deer tags on the same unit so we knew it was going to be fun.
My wife and I had seen plenty of bucks throughout the hunt and we had helped my brother and Mike both get their bucks early in the hunt. My wife had never killed a deer before and she didn't want to shoot a little one first thing either.
|Laura Owens 2013 Buck|
After getting it loaded in the truck and on our way home, I set myself a goal that after the buck was taken care of I was going to go up into my favorite deer hunting country and spend the rest of the day hunting, walking, and glassing the high country. So off I went. I spent most of my day walking ridge tops and I hadn't seen a deer. I heard my phone ring. It was my brother Zach calling to tell me he was going to come up and glass a few ridges until dark in the same area I was just a little ways away to see if he could find something for me to shoot also. So the day was getting closer to the end, and getting back to my four wheeler not expecting to get a deer this year I then heard a voice come over the radio. It was Zach calling me saying I needed to hurry to get over to him cause he had spotted a great buck feeding in some cedars in the same direction I already was headed. I had a ways to go to get over to him, so hustled over to where he was at and got in contact with him. He then said he lost the buck but he figured it was still on the ridge, so we slipped over the top and got set up with maybe 40 minutes left of light.
We sat there for what seemed to be forever and no sighting of the buck. I then asked my brother where the exact spot the deer was when he last seen it and I told him he might want to move down the ridge to see if maybe he may have sneaked out below us. As my brother got over to where he could see, I turn and looked at him just as he jumped up to run to get me. There was a herd of deer feeding out into the bottom of a canyon. I hurried over there, got ready again and no buck! Just three does! My heart sank. Dark growing near and nowhere else for us to go to glass from, I figured he was gone; just as Zach pointed to the last deer feeding out of the trees. It was the buck! My brother said to me, "that's him, that's him"! With a dead rest over the pack, I let him get way out in the open. In the back ground I heard Zach say, "shoot him in the spine so we don't wound him". As the buck stopped I placed the cross hairs on his spine and squeezed the trigger. Bang! The buck jumped sideways. I had missed, I over shot him. So quickly I racked another shell in and put it behind his shoulder and whack, the buck dropped in his tracks! With a little light left for a pic or two we ran to the bottom to find what I thought was just a nice buck was a big heavy 5x4 buck that was over my expectations for any last day buck!
Congrats on a couple of sweet bucks, and a great year of hunting success Spenser! Keep that last day luck going!