Great to hear some September deer hunting yarns, so I'll add one to the mix.
I went out for a solo hike in some strong wind. I didn't think I'd have any luck but I took the rifle anyway. After a few hours, I spotted a skinny-looking yearling wandering across a slip. I needed to get to a good position fast. I started running in full view, but I didn't want to look like a person so I was running on all fours like a weird-looking pack-laden creature. I found a great spot. Shot it from 220m through the shoulder/neck, it turned around and I shot it through the other shoulder before it dropped into the most terrifying piece of vertical river I've ever been in. I found it under a tree trunk right before a dry waterfall. It wasn't a yearling but a big boy with velvet coming on... whoops! With a forecast of rain, I butchered it up quick-smart and got the hell out of there! Heavy pack out and venison back in the freezer!
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