Thanks guys.
I'm feeling very blessed to have seen this buck, for the second time, yesterday evening.
On November 8th, I stopped him broadside at 30 yards, with a recurve bow in my hand. I may have killed him had I shot, but, I like a sure thing and watched as he continued his cruising for "early" does.
I sure hoped that our paths would cross again, and tried mightily for the next month to help it happen. Our two week firearm season found me with the 45 caliber flinter, which I used yesterday, hunkered down in blown down treetops, dry branches, side hills and other hidey-holes which the winds suggested I hide within.
Yesterday was the second time I laid eyes on him. I was perched upon the ground next to a downed cherry tree and a few pole sized river birch trees.
With a good half hour of light left, I heard his approach in the dry leaves, in the 2 o'clock position. As he crested a hill and before his descent, I recognized him instantly as the sun glanced off his antlers. He worked his way in front of, then to the left, of my hide.
As he traveled within 50 yards of me, I timed my small movements, thumbing back the cock and setting the trigger when he was obscured by a few trees.
As he neared a point downwind of me, I bleated softly and he came to a stop about 40 yards out and on the level with me as he had joined me in the bottom-ground. He was quartered to me, so I lined up the sights right on his "shoulder" and touched her off.
Reminding me of last year's buck, he ran for all he was worth, at first toward me, then really hit his stride as I watched his exit for about 100 yards before the trees and brush obscured him. I listened for a crash, but, heard nothing to announce a certain end.
Unsure, I sat until dark, then made my way to where he had stood. There, I tied 3 pieces of my patching material on saplings, indicating his initial line of travel. Next, I crept out of the woods....
After some thought, and kind offers from some hunting buddies, we took up the "trail". Problem being, there was none, where blood sign was concerned. After looking quietly for about an hour, I was ready to make the call to come back in the morning to continue looking.
One of my friends and I were walking out when our "coon" lights saw a white belly and antlers 20 yards away!
Thank Goodness!!! He made it about 100 yards and as far as the 4 of us could tell, shed no blood upon his track. We even backtracked him upon his discovery, finding nothing.
The shot hit as intended, through his "shoulder", lungs, and liver. A rib was centered upon entry, and his back rib on the offside had been struck by the ball but did not penetrate though.
As thrilling as taking an animal like him is, the larger thrill, for me, comes from getting to know them and their tendencies. Watching them as they near is hard to top, though.
Having a flintlock along somewhat like the Old Boys, can not be bettered.
Wishing you all success and safety, Skychief.