By Bryce Trager
-- I took my first whitetail last December during south central Wisconsin’s extended CWD hunt.
I’d just arrived home after a hard day at work when I saw three really nice bucks feeding in an alfalfa field on Grandpa’s property. I ran down into our basement, pulled my Remington out of the gun safe, grabbed my blaze orange coat and headed out to see if I could get a shot at one of those amazing animals.
I worked my way up the hill next to my house in order to have a legal shot. I ranged the best of the animals at just beyond 350 yards, aimed and fired. I saw the buck kick afterward, which made me pretty confident that I’d hit the mark.
Rather than run across the field, I went back down to the house to give the deer some time. After about an hour, I walked up to where I’d last seen it run into the woods. I’d taken about two steps into the woodlot when I saw this monstrous buck lying on the trail in front of me.
It’s difficult to explain the emotions associated with taking my first buck, especially since it’s such an amazing animal. Rest assured, I’ll never forget that day.
-- Bryce Trager
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