posted on November 10, 2013 09:39
Jason Hardin's first racked buck was faster than a speeding bullet – three of them, to be precise.
Had Superbuck kept on flying in the same direction instead of thrice looping around like a scared rabbit, it might still be in Jason's head instead of on his wall in Chillicothe, Ohio.
You just don't give a determined deer hunter that many tugs on your cape.
Jason and his son, Quentin, were hunting a coworker's land when this saga unfolded last year. They had no idea that the place would become a shooting gallery on their very first outing.
That was on Nov. 26, opening day of gun season. Father and son were manning separate ground blinds about 150 yards apart, and they'd swapped places after lunch.
Eventually, Jason heard Quentin's shotgun roar. Moments later, he saw a buck trot out of some nearby pines (unaware that was the deer his son had tried to shoot). Thus began the loop that ended after a fourth slug finally toppled the almost bulletproof 17-pointer.
"I blew up a small tree the first time I shot, completely missing the buck," Jason said. "I was too stunned to fire again."
Ditto when the deer returned.
"After the second miss, I set my gun down, sat back and held my head in my hands," Jason said. "That was the first racked buck I'd ever seen while hunting, since 1996 ... the first buck I had ever shot at ... and I'd missed ... not once, but twice!"
The third time, he didn't.
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