Well I've been deer hunting some after about a 15 year break from it. I was looking to take a really big one or a really unique one and just after daylight this morning this little unique fellow came by my bubby chasing a doe, he was also after the same type of trophy as my self. I heard one shot ring out, then another and then another, I began to look across his direction and see a streak of white and brown cutting across the bean field. My first thought was he has scared that cow to death, lol, I then looked through my scope and seen what the commotion was all about, it had horns. I then decided if he would shoot I would shoot so I took a steady hand, a deep breath, as it was a tough 200 yard shot through some timber, across a bean field and squeezed the trigger. In my scope I saw a big kick from both back feet and figured it was a good hit. After waiting 30 mins we both climbed down and he started down his firing lane looking for blood and I done the same, he didn't find a thing, I made it to where the Deer was standing and sure enough blood and hair. I looked over the hill and there he laid, some might not consider this a trophy but my family and I have hunted all our lives and never saw one, so to us it is as much a trophy as a Boone and Crockett. After reading about these deer they are called a piebald deer which is a genetic disorder and there are only about 2% of them among the whitetail populaton. After careful examination we found where my bubby hit one of the horns with a bullet, left a graze mark across the antler haha. Just thought id share my hunting story from this morning, thanks for reading and God BlessAttachment 322091Attachment 322092Attachment 322093Attachment 322094
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