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The Sunday evening of opening weekend Missouri gun season was about the most miserable time I have spent in a tree stand. My filming partner Keith, who has been on quite a roll this year as you can tell from his journal entries, had a feeling about a stand we had over looking some cut corn. We thought the nasty weather may bring out some does feeding and big boy may come check the field.

Despite the wind and rain pelting me in the face we had a good hunt seeing a nice buck cruise the field early and rattling another buck to the tree on a dead run. With dark closing in I looked down the field and saw a big bodied deer walking up the field to us. I put my glasses on him and he was a tall heavy horned 10 point.

As the buck came into range I grabbed my gun and removed the scope covers. My first shot hit the buck back from my intended target but the buck trotted up the field closer to us and stopped. I reloaded and shot again. I didn't even touch the buck but he still stood there. I reloaded again, fired, this time the buck dropped in his tracks. Not exactly how I had it planned but my biggest Missouri buck ever was on the ground.