October 18, 2012 at 8:03pm
On the rainy opening day of muzzle-loader season, I looked over my shoulder through the blind window just in time to catch this buck bounding out of the end of the tobacco (which normally would have been picked) row about 85 yards from me. He looked back at me as if he knew I was there. He had gotten downwind of me on his way through the tobacco, headed toward a hedgerow separating the field from I-95. I had just enough time to grab the gun, take a knee and stick the barrel through the window. When the smoke cleared he was laying where he had recently stood. I had 1 trail cam photo of this buck 5 min. before dark and an hour and a half after I walked by the cam the same day. I did not know just how big he was until I got close to him. He was my 1st black powder kill and I couldn't be any happier, especially since he was taken near home in Johnston County! There is no way I could have taken this buck without the help of the Lord Almighty. It all fell together so perfectly and quickly, that my heart rate didn't have time to get up while staring a 10 pointer in the eye and the shot was great. God is good!