The buck finally turned and I touched one off. It was a hit, the second one missed, the third one staggered him and then he fell. We were in awe standing over a truly special Montana buck. Read More..
Big Country, Big Skies, and a Big Buck
With the sun starting to fade over the rolling sagebrush hills, the feeling of the last day of the Montana deer season started to sink in. My hunting partner Toby was sitting in the passenger seat, and I could tell he was feeling the same thing.