Way to the North I heard a deer snorting. All of a sudden they appeared. He was chasing a mature doe, and she wasn’t liking it apparently. He ran her on top of the ridge behind me. I had 2 seconds to stop him before they disappeared over the ridge. Two loud bleats and he slammed on the breaks giving me a broadside shot at 90 yards. I quickly put the cross hare on his shoulder and let the 300 WSM rip. He stumbled 20 yards and dropped. My biggest northern Michigan buck to date.
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