COLUMN: Outdoor Type: Last-minute changes pay off

Ever since I learned to hunt, my father and I have used shotguns to hunt deer. We never had the need to shoot over 100 yards with our hunting taking place in thick woods.

Last year that changed though as we were fortunate to be given permission to hunt new areas of farmland with many shots far out of reach for a shotgun.

Last year though, I never connected with a buck and ended up having to pass on a solid 10 pointer because it was slightly out of shotgun reach. With this knowledge, my dad purchased rifles for both of us, mine being a 6.5 Creedmoor and his a .308. With these rifles, equipped with quality scopes, our shot opportunities extended greatly.

This year I would be doing another first, going out on youth weekend. I had never participated in youth weekend before for reasons me and my father both don't know, as it provides a great opportunity to hunt unpressured deer with the weapon of your choice.

With youth weekend looming closer and closer, we purchased ammo and sighted in my rifle. We have numerous cell cameras placed in the area we hunt that had been picking up multiple bucks we would be glad to shoot.

This was exciting to watch and only increased the excitement for the weekend's potential. We had planned on not being able to hunt Saturday morning due to my morning football practice. After my coach unexpectedly canceled the practice after our game on Friday, I sent my dad a message to tell him to pack my stuff and that we could now go hunt that morning.

We woke up early the next morning and packed our supplies into the truck, then started the drive to the property. Once we had arrived, we realized we were running late, and to reach the stand we planned on using, we would have to trek a very lengthy field.

Understanding that could potentially spook the deer at that time, we opted for a closer stand. It was great weather to hunt in, not freezing, but also not too hot for our selected clothing.

We waited as the sun rose, illuminating the fog over the field. As the woods started to come alive with the sounds of nature, we had no sighting of deer until we spotted two does across the field making their way towards us.

Once on our side of the field, they lingered around our path, suspecting something, but not sure what. They proceeded to meander around that spot for a while keeping our attention.

All of a sudden, I heard my dad, who was looking through binoculars, whisper, "Straight ahead. Might be a shooter, not sure yet." As I looked straight ahead in the distance, my gaze was directed to a massive set of antlers moving behind a highpoint in the field.

I whispered back, "Are you crazy? That's definitely a shooter." As I said that with my eyes still locked on to the original set of antlers, I noticed a smaller buck trailing.

I realized this was the deer my dad was watching so I told him to look right in front of it. As he did, he was shocked to see the headgear on the buck I had been watching.

I readied my rifle and watched through the scope, eager to secure a shot as quickly as possible. I didn't want to risk a bad shot though as its shoulder was barely visible on the other side of the highpoint.

"Just wait, he's walking over." My dad whispered. The buck emerged on top of the hill around 150 yards out and started walking quartering away across the field. He took a few more steps then stopped almost perfectly broadside.

Wasting no time, I focused my breathing and tried to steady my rifle, which was proving difficult as my body started shaking with buck fever. Once I had managed to steady my crosshairs behind his shoulder blade, I took a breath, exhaled, and then slowly squeezed the trigger.

The buck immediately dropped on the bullet's impact. This confused the other buck who remained as if nothing happened.

We were hunting with someone else, so we waited as the other buck slowly walked off in hopes that our friend might be able to harvest him. As we were waiting, I was completely taken over by the buck fever shakes and remained shaking for quite some time.

After 45 minutes and no movement from where we had seen the buck drop, we descended our stand and cautiously walked over to recover the deer.

Upon discovery of the buck, I realized how large of a deer it was. It was an extremely large eight pointer that we had seen on trail cams before.

Its body was arguably more impressive than its antlers, as it was enormous and still extremely heavy after we field dressed it. We took some photos, and I received congratulations before we specially field dressed it so its cape could be used for the taxidermy mount we would get.

With all of the firsts and our unprecedented luck with canceled practice and running late, I was very blessed to connect with by far my biggest buck to date. I'm very grateful to be given permission to hunt, and to have my dad and friends to hunt with and share this amazing experience and memory.