You may ask, "Who is this so-called Stubby?" Well stubby was one unlucky buck. He ran up on me and my father. One .270 round, one .300 mag round and 150 yard sprint later, Stubby fell for the last time. This was my first buck ever and my father's first in 23 years.
Here it is, the first hunt of the year, first morning, first sunrise. Stubby bounded up towards me and was about 25 yards from me when I first saw him. He ran in a direction where my father was, so I did not get a shot. My dad (who was about 100 yards away from me) saw him and took a shot. He thought he had missed. Unfortunately for Stubby, he ran right back to me. I took a shot from about 25 yards ad Stubby was bounding through bushes. I thought I missed Stubby too.
My dad and I ended up finding blood on the ground. We tracked the blood for about 150 yards and found Stubby, lying peacefully on the ground... oh wait, he was dead. My father and I both his Stubby, our rounds only 6 inches from each other.
I will forever remember this Icehouse trip, for just off Icehouse Road, Stubby fell for the last time.
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