By Kenneth Potter

I am 28 years old and a two-time Iraq veteran with the U.S. Army at Fort Benning, Ga. I am a resident of Waverly Hall, Ga. On Dec. 2, 2011 last season, I went hunting with a family friend, Larry Barksdale, on a hunting lease in Marion County, Ga.

We arrived at our hunting areas about 8:30 a.m.  I sat my Marlin .30-30 and other things down to get ready for what I thought would be another long dead-end kind of day like many other mornings.

Once things were in order, I turned around and saw what I thought was a doe walking toward me. I grabbed my rifle, took a shot and hit the mark.

The deer ran about 75 yards before falling. I called Larry to let him know I had dropped a doe and needed help to find it.

While waiting for him, I was sitting against a tree. I heard a noise and I turned to see a large buck walking. I grabbed my rifle yet again, kneeled and got ready to take my shot. What I thought was a 6-pointer dropped right there.

Once Larry got there, I saw my 6 point was really an 8 point with a 15 3/4-inch inside spread and weighing between 180-190 pounds. Larry found my doe and told me it wasn’t a doe, but a 3-point buck instead. That made me very happy because it meant I took down two bucks in 10 minutes.

I texted my wife at 8:50 a.m. to let her know I’d taken a deer, and then again at 9 a.m. to tell her I got two bucks.