My dad killed this buck on November 9th opening morning we were hoping for a buck over 100' but due to the bad weather we were extremely happy with this buck he's a pretty cool old buck and it made it special because we have seen him a couple times before. We got up to our spot thursday night and set up camp but as everyone who hunted at this time knows it was blowing and raining like crazy! Due to this we both didn't get any good sleep and had to wait tell about 8am before we could even attempt to get out and get to where we wanted to hunt. As soon as the rain cut out we headed out to our spot and started glassing. The wind was relentless gusting at what had to of been 40 mph so we knew if we were going to find a good buck it was going to be beded down. We glassed for a couple hours to where we had resently been seeing some good buck but we only found a little two point bedded down with some does. So we moved over another ridge to where I had killed my buck the hunt before in search of the this big ol two point he was running with. We glassed and glassed only seeing a couple does but I had a feeling if I stayed patient he would turn up. After what seemed like my 1000th time scanning the ridge in my Vortex Kiabab's there he was. We ranged him at 300 yards but couldn't get set up in time to get a good shot before he bedded back down. Now it was a waiting game, we got set up and finally after about 3 hours he stood back up. This time surely we would get a shot but he just stayed in the thikest stuff. Finally after what seemed like forever he started walking, If he came out of the thick stuff we would only have a second to shoot and I told my dad he was about to walk out. The buck walked out broadside and bang!! perfect shot the buck went about 20 yards and fell. Nothing like good hunting memories with the people you love most.