Hunter hunting along a marsh

Cole Harrison


  • Date Taken: 11/25/2017
  • Time Of Day: Morning
  • Method: Muzzleloader
  • County: St. Joseph County
  • Property: Private
  • Dressed Weight: 190

Friday night the 24th, I had spotted a group of does in a field about 6 to 700 yards from me. I figured with as large of a group of does there were, there would’ve had to been a buck nearby. I started my stalk towards the group and got within 150 yards of the group. Laid down in a fence line and started checking out the does through my scope and then noticed a buck to my far right through some branches and tress (170 yards northwest). He picked his head up and I had no doubt I wanted this buck just as bad as I’ve wanted anything else out there. First buck I’ve had in front of me of this size and build. Not to mention I have passed over many bucks since I first started hunting around 13, I am now 21 and still without my first buck. I knew this one was the one. While laying on the ground I maneuvered myself to the south out of the fence line and into the field where I would have an open shot on the buck. At this point a couple does noticed me and one started walking directly at me. She came within 15 yards of me, both of us in an open field and there I was thinking my shot at this buck was ruined. I was looking between her legs through my scope at the buck (no shot available) while she was watching me. The wind was blowing directly into my face so she couldn’t scent me and ended walking into the woods north of me, 10 yards away.. By the time she got out of the way it was too close to dark for me to take a comfortable shot. I laid my gun down and laid in the field until it was dark enough to get out of there.. my first chance at a large whitetail was gone and I expected to have to wait another 7 or more years. I went out for the morning hunt and figured what the hell? I’ll go to the same spot and see what happens. I went to the spot where I was laying down in the fence line and cut some small branches down, made a temporary blind, started clearing leaves away from where I was going to sit and just happened to look over my shoulder. Guess who was 150 yards across the field getting ready to walk out of the woods at first light? You guessed right, it was him. I slowly sat down, pulled my gun up and rested my elbows on my knees, heart pounding, hands shaking… He started walking almost directly at me, straight into the wind, and all by himself. He got to 60 or 70 yards from me and I took the shot. He jolted up into the air, ran 20 yards and dropped… I got him and got that weight off of my shoulders finally. My first whitetail buck was down and I couldn’t have been more estactic. That was guaranteed my best moment of hunting and if I can give any advice to anyone out there, wait for the right deer and don’t hang your head because the right buck hasn’t came out and gave you the opportunity. I could’ve shot at him the night before but I wanted to make sure I had a good and clean shot, and no doubt in my shot.