One windy, snowy morning I watched a buck off in the distant trot thru a saddle on a ridge and head down a large rock strewn hill. I was familiar with the area and assumed he went there to bed down out of the wind. At noon I decided to play Indian and climbed out of the tree and went looking for him. About this time the snow stopped and wind let up and visibility improved as I worked my way on the ridge careful not to skyline.

After peering down into the valley and sidehill I spotted a brown spot in the snow. The binoculars confirmed it was a nice buck laying there quartered towards me. Took off my pack and laid it in the snow for a prone rest. Settled the crosshairs on the back where neck and shoulder meet.
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