Last night was one of the first nights I’ve ever been out hunting by myself. Usually I only go out with my dad but he wasn’t able to make it home from work in time so I decided to go by myself. My dad and I have been working hard this season at getting me my dream buck. Going out every chance we got. I’ve been determined to get this buck as we’ve been watching him throughout bow season and seeing him on opening day at 230 yards but unable to get a shot. I had deer all over in the field- they just kept piling out of the woods and I just kept thinking to myself… any minute now. I had about 30 does, 4 smaller bucks and a spike in front of me… and out walked this monster at 150 yards. I pulled up with my 350 legend and took him down. Shakily, I called up my dad barely able to form the words and told him I shot a big one. He came as soon as we could. We started tracking- couldn’t find a drop of blood… trying to follow different deer trails.. nothing. About to give up and come to the conclusion that maybe the buck fever got the best of me… my dad tells me a story about how he shot a buck years ago about the same spot and couldn’t find any blood and he found him laying there. We look over and there he was about 50 yards from where I shot him with a near perfect shot. So thankful for everything my dad has taught me about hunting. After losing my Uncle Howie over the summer, this hunting season has been extremely tough but we’ve been hunting hard to get these bucks in honor of him. I know he’s smiling down on us and is always with us. We will forever be #RichardsonStrong