Since the kids were off school and sports practices for the week, we made a trip down to SW Florida for a few days for Thanksgiving. Figured this would give the local novice hunters an opportunity to harvest one of the big boys in the area. We got back into MI Friday afternoon which gave me the last weekend to hunt before the regular firearm season ended.
Just after sun-up I gave it a couple long range estrus bleats followed by some grunts and noticed a deer coming straight at me from around 300yds out. He got in too close too fast and any shot I would have had, was blocked by the low branches in the tree that I was sitting in. As he skirted behind me, he stood and stared at my tree for 2 or 3 minutes and knew something wasn’t right and was about to bolt. As he started to walk away, I made a couple “meh! meh!” sounds with my mouth (poorly) as I was getting into a position to turn and shoot directly behind me. Fortunately a car drove by at the same time and as he looked at the car I quickly swung around in the stand to get ready for a shot. He stopped walking at about 110yds, looked back, while giving me a perfect quartering away shot. Put the 350 on him and sent the round through the bottom of the heart. Watched him run about 100yds through the frosty field until he expired within seconds.

Didn’t have any photos of this particular deer at all. Was fortunate to be in the right place at the right time.