Issue 171 - A Dirty Giant
Updated: Apr 18, 2019
As I frantically dialed the focus ring on the spotter, I knew in my heart of hearts what I had seen. I just needed confirmation. Coming into focus, the buck snapped his head up, keying on the doe, but staying completely broadside. He sniffed the air and paused, a slight hint of frost exiting his mouth. After a few seconds, he whipped his head in my direction and I was in shock! Even at 813 yards, it was way more than I had come here for! The buck looked to be a 220” monster! Foolishly, I didn’t see how he could get away and with no real sense of urgency as I began my pursuit, I flashed back to what had landed me in eastern Colorado in the first place.