First Buck
The day before the hunt... Cursing the gentlemen bold enough to dove hunt the day before Deer opener. Glassing for opportunities from the vantage point and observing the Steelhead fisherman curse the waters warmth. Everyone has their battles... With effort comes reward. 5 Months of planning in saloons and under the noses of wives and girlfriends as "business lunches," we 4 gentlemen attained 2 Buck tags, took a week off of work to pursue a Cast N' Blast on an Oregon river in the Fall. My first buck was the end result. A beautiful 8 point buck. I've never worked so hard in my life, and the antlers I could care less about- the stories we tell are what keep that trip alive...
One leg was banged up so we hung him by the antlers. After he was secure, skinning the hide and jokes about my shooting abilities continued into dusk...
From mountain to mouth. Sharing the bounty with venison burgers.
