It was a cold windy morning in central South Dakota. The moon was full and hung in the western sky as the orange glow from the rising sun filled the eastern sky. I sat quietly in a small tree grove. The tree grove was a small comfort as it blocked most of the wind.
Suddenly movement to the east attracted my attention. I looked and saw a stunning sight, a large whitetail buck, his antlers highlighted by the rising sun. He stopped suddenly, head up and alert. He tested the air. His superior senses told him that something was amiss.
I dared not move, there was no way for me to get my rifle up in time. He was a mere twenty yards away. Surely the pistol would be a better choice? Something spooked him and he ran.
I quickly rose to my feet, removing my gloves and raised my rifle. He had stopped and was looking backwards. I would later learn that it was 59 yards away.
The grass covered the bottom two-thirds of his body as I decided to take a neck shot. The rifle was steady as I squeezed the trigger. Another fine animal will live forever in my memory and for a moment in my belly.
