Ryan C. Reed – Big Sandy, MT

Then on Thanksgiving another friend and I took our daughters and hit the mountains. After hiking for miles, Danielle and I caught sight of a fair buck and tried to sneak up on him. We got within 400 yards, but they kept starring at us, so I took a shot. Missed!

Sunday was the final day of the season and I received permission to hunt on the prairie. I jumped in the suburban after lunch and headed out. As promised there were nine deer just waiting for me to arrive. I began my approach when out of nowhere a shot rang out and away they went. I got in the rig and took off down the road. They settled down in the field and I stopped. With nothing to hide behind and the buck I wanted standing 300 yards away, I decided to use the hood of the suburban as a rifle rest and set my sights on this 3 x 3.

With the trophy in my crosshair and a steady hand I shot. He didn’t drop! For the next two hours I tracked that bugger but never could get close enough to plug ’em. With daylight gone I figured I should thank my host and head home. As we talked the truth of my hunt was revealed. I had in fact shot something while on this hunt…

*…the hood of my suburban.*