Ryan Peterson
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I was very fortunate Wednesday evening at Berry College WMA.
I spent the afternoon being mobile, getting to know the area because this was the first time I’ve hunted here. I found a series of scrapes and several other good areas but without a tree climber, hunting those areas would be difficult.
I eventually moved to a very small bluff overlooking a very grown clear cut area with several hundred yards of visibility. About 5:15 I saw him walking through a field around 200 yards away. I quickly repositioned myself to lay prone to get a steady shot but to my horror I couldn’t relocate him. After several minutes of desperate searching I decided to start grunting. I did a series of three grunts and waited with the sickening feeling that I'd never see that buck again.
I believe that in the grand scheme of things, God doesn't particularly care whether or not I shoot this buck but I do believe that he loves us and we can ask for his help. I said a quick prayer thanking him for the opportunity that I had to be out in his creation and then asked him if he would give me the chance to see this buck again and have an opportunity at him.
Barely one second after saying amen, I started hearing the familiar noise of small brush being flattened. At first it was very faint but got louder and louder each second. Because the brush was so high, it was difficult to pinpoint the source of the noise but I knew it was close. Then, out of nowhere, he stepped out 35 yards away walking my direction. Without hesitation, I shot him full through the front of his chest and he dropped without a step.
When I came down to him I started shaking like a leaf. Once I calmed down a bit I knelt down and gave a prayer of gratitude and then called my dad and told him what happened.
I know he's not worthy of being on a magazine but he's my best buck I've killed thus far and has a very special miracle attached to his taking.
Hope you guys enjoyed reading.
I spent the afternoon being mobile, getting to know the area because this was the first time I’ve hunted here. I found a series of scrapes and several other good areas but without a tree climber, hunting those areas would be difficult.
I eventually moved to a very small bluff overlooking a very grown clear cut area with several hundred yards of visibility. About 5:15 I saw him walking through a field around 200 yards away. I quickly repositioned myself to lay prone to get a steady shot but to my horror I couldn’t relocate him. After several minutes of desperate searching I decided to start grunting. I did a series of three grunts and waited with the sickening feeling that I'd never see that buck again.
I believe that in the grand scheme of things, God doesn't particularly care whether or not I shoot this buck but I do believe that he loves us and we can ask for his help. I said a quick prayer thanking him for the opportunity that I had to be out in his creation and then asked him if he would give me the chance to see this buck again and have an opportunity at him.
Barely one second after saying amen, I started hearing the familiar noise of small brush being flattened. At first it was very faint but got louder and louder each second. Because the brush was so high, it was difficult to pinpoint the source of the noise but I knew it was close. Then, out of nowhere, he stepped out 35 yards away walking my direction. Without hesitation, I shot him full through the front of his chest and he dropped without a step.
When I came down to him I started shaking like a leaf. Once I calmed down a bit I knelt down and gave a prayer of gratitude and then called my dad and told him what happened.
I know he's not worthy of being on a magazine but he's my best buck I've killed thus far and has a very special miracle attached to his taking.
Hope you guys enjoyed reading.
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