the harvest occurred on November 16th 2018 it was a cold day with a decent amount of snowfall. I left my house and had no idea where I was going I just followed my gut. I told myself when I got a out of my sub I was going left but for some reason something told me to go right so I did. I drove to one of my spots that I have shot a couple of deer out of, but there was a car parked in one of the parking lots so I just kept driving.I drove past a dirt road and got that feeling again so I pulled over on the side grabbed my gear and started walking. I have never been there before so I had no idea what I was getting myself into. The trail was well groomed but everywhere you look its nothing but trees, besides the trail itself you couldn’t shoot more than 10yards. My journey was over a mile and all of it was the same, until I found a “clearing” if you call it that. it consist of two shooting lanes one goes out to 185 yards the other is maybe 100 yards in those shooting lanes you can only shoot in certain parts without risking a deflection. I sat on a old wet cold moss covered downed tree all day. it was a slow day with nothing but a bunch of squirrels moving. I was in a stare off with a black squirrel 5 yards from me when I looked down into the valley and saw a buck standing in one of my shooting lanes 80 yards out. I put on my hearing protection, grabbed my 450 bushmaster, found the buck in my scope, took a deep breath, put the crosshairs on his vitals, and slowly gently squeezed. He took off, I did my best to keep up with him but he was quick and it was just too thick. Finally I could shoot at him again he made it almost 100 yards by now I put my crosshairs on him at 175yards in a full sprint I dropped him in his tracks. I called a friend of mine to help me drag when he got to my truck there was a dnr officer waiting for me so they walked the trail together and met up with me at my buck.