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I looked at Dad and he had his eyes closed. He was just plum worn out. The last thing I wanted to do was leave him here and go chase after the deer. The deer would have to wait. At least it was still on it's feet.

I whispered to Dad to go ahead and have a nap. I signaled to the other guys to come over.

When they got there, I suggested we let the deer settle down a bit, and try again in the morning after Dad has had some good rest. If Dad couldn't get out tomorrow, then I would see if I could find the Brute for him.

My thoughts were by the way that deer was moving, that he wouldn't go far at all, and if we just backed off until morning, he would most likely lay down in the first safe spot he could find, probably lose strength over night, and still be there in the morning for Dad.

We sat around whispering for the next half hour while good Ole' Dad took a nap. He even started sawing logs at one point.

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I wasn't even born yet, but the way Dad told this old hunting story it was as if I was with him step for step. When dad finished the story he ended it with "That Big Old Boy Got Away from me without ever offering a shot, he looked a great deal like this one I wounded", and with that he just stared into the fire.

That was it, I was going to find that Brute for my Dad, I HAD to.

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His eyes lit up, and he said "Hey, lets not spook that deer today, if he's still alive. The wind is right, so let me go and still-hunt him by myself, because I bet I can find that Brute, laying down somewhere in there, too weak to get up, where I'll quietly finish him off, now that I have my gun...LOL"

Man, Dad looked pretty dang sure of himself, but I asked him "Are you sure Dad, do you feel up to it?"

Dad smiled and said "You bet I do, let's get er done."

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He knew the breeze would keep his scent covered yet it was calm enough for him to hear the slight crunching of fallen leaves and snapping twigs. The sounds got louder and closer with each breath Dad took. Until he had to try and control his breathing so not to give himself away.

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As the deer neared...it was a Doe, with a slight limp. You could see a wound on the thick shoulder, fresh too. Suddenly the deer knew something was up, it paused and stared Dad right in the eyes, and it was then that he Realized those eyes were familiar, it was no Doe at all...The Brute had Shed its massive Antlers.

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They stood there for what must have seemed like eternity, staring eye to eye. As dad raised hisgun, he colud see the blood flowing on the massive body, but in the eys of the buck he could see that it was over for him and that on this day my dad was the hunter that was to be the victor. With one shot from his gun the masive buck went down, and dad had his monster buck, and there long side of the buck was the rack that the buck had so proudly worn.

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All of a sudden, I woke up, and we had indeed slept in after yesterdays close encounter. Dad was still snoring, so I gave him a gentle nudge, to see how he was feeling. I laughed under my breath thinking about the dream I had of Dad still-hunting today, in the middle of the rut, forgetting his gun, and his poor trophy losing it's antlers, but what was even funnier was Dad sat up and said "Son, I am going to still hunt that buck today, and finish him off in his bed !!!"

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I pointed out to Dad, where I had last seen the buck's rump heading toward the land next door, and off Dad went by himself. He slowed down to a snails pace as he got closer, and looked like an old ninja making his way slowly and carefully through the woods. I could barely see Dad as he reached the fence-line, and as I saw him working his way slowly down along the fence-line to the left. I knew right away that he was thinking exactly what had just entered my mind too, and that is, that the buck was too weak to jump the fence, therfore He had to have gone left. grin.gif

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As dad made his way walking down the fence line, he suddenly stopped, scrouched and sighted. I thought this was the moment of truth. But just then I heard the buck snapping twigs and crunching leaves. Then it got louder, and louder, and louder. That's when I knew he was coming right to me I quickly raised my gun then I thought should I shoot it, or hope it doesn't go to far and let dad take him. I mean, this was definetly a world record B & C. So I had only a few moments to think so I decided to...

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shoot it, because it was the only ethical thing to do now for this magnificent creature, but to my surprise a big doe ran out and past me, instead of the big boy.

Then the long awaited shot rang out, coming from Dad's direction and I knew he had finally found him. I could hear both Dad and the neighbour next door let out a "whoopeee", and off I ran toward the commotion.

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Dad was still crunched down in the tall grass. The last few puffs of smoke still lingere at the end of his gun barrel. His heart was pounding so loud I could hear it from 5 feet away. He was panting and gasping for air, and I knew I had to calm him down fast.

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It was even bigger that we first thought, and Dad was beside himself with an adrenaline rush of a lifetime. His legs and arms wouldn't even work, because of his excitement. His lips were even quivering uncontrollably, like a child in a candy store, who was just told by his Mom, that he could have anything in the store that his heart desired.

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and I was no different than Dad was. Each breath was harder to control than the one before it. Each switch and shake was being controlled by some unknown force. My thoughts semed to all run together, not knowing what to do next.

One thing I did know ... was how close this experience had brought my Dad and I.

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