I figure I spent about 40 hours hunting this buck, both bow and rifle hunting. I was committed to getting this certain buck or nothing at all. Over the summer, we got three pictures of him on trail cameras but weren't able to pattern him.
After several days in a tree stand hoping to get him with my bow, I decided I needed to widen the search and go after him with a rifle. I hunted all day on the 11th with no sign of him. On Sunday, the 12th, I spotted him moving through some thick timber at about 10:30 am. I was rather sure it was him, even though I didn't get a very good look. The buck I saw never came out of the brush, but a smaller one came out and walked right by me. For a while, I thought I had just gotten excited and imagined the big boy in the trees. Still, the wait was on.
He finally came out of the brush at about 4:30 pm, and I only had a second to make sure it was the right buck and shoot because he was moving quickly across a narrow clearing. I just pulled up and shot. My old .270 did the trick yet again. I planned on taking my new .260 out this year, but when it comes right down to it, I always go back to my first deer rifle, a Savage 114 .270 that I got for my 16th birthday. When I got to him, he was laying about 40 yards from where I shot him.
This was the first year I've hunted really hard for a specific buck. It's a different game. It took a lot of work, but I came out with by far my best buck ever.