Today was the day. I got my boots tied up, grabbed my hunting gear, and set off to get a trophy. It wasn’t shiny to some people but to hunters like me, it was pure gold. I've had some action on my trail cameras and I felt that today was the day. This dagum buck was measuring around 300. It is a trophy of a lifetime.

I went to the local diner to meet up with my good ole’ buddy JimBob. We filled up with a healthy, large breakfast and, got on our way to go huntin’. The huntin’ ground was a bit outta town on an ole’ back road sitting far off of the road. There was a creek running around midway of the property. If there’s a creek running through the property, it makes it much better.

“I'll go sit on the far side of the creek and you can stay on this side,” I said as we were pulling in. “Ten four,” said JimBob. When it was thirty minutes before sunset, we parked, we got everything ready and shut the truck doors. “Good luck,” I said. “Thanks, you too Billhilly,” said JimBob.

As we we’re walking up the trail towards the stand JimBob was sitting in, this dagum deer scared the pee out of us. It took straight off across the trail. After JimBob got into his stand, I crossed the creek to get up in mine. Now, it was just a waiting game. That trophy was out here somewhere.

It was still sorta dark when I got in the stand. It sucks whenever you go deer hunting and all of them dagum squirrels run around and annoy the pee out of ya. Them woodpeckers get on my nerves when they sit in the tree you are in and they start pecking at the wood. I hope whenever I hear something, it's going to be that monster that I am chasing.

We’ve been in the stands for about an hour now and I haven't had any action beside for a big ole’ fat gray squirrel. I shoot a text to JimBob to see if he has had any action and he hasn't responded. But suddenly, I see a deer around the big oak tree coming in very slowly about fifty yards away. I'm watching this thing move in very slowly but, I realize that it isn't the monster that’s on my trail camera but it's still pretty big. I'm about to shoot it because I'm getting a huge adrenaline rush.

The thing walks slowly for about 15 minutes and gets to where I have a shot. I line up the sights of my dad’s gun he let me borrow for today. It's his hold Remington 870 twelve gauge. As I was about to pull the trigger the buck heard my phone vibrate and it blew on me. It was ole’ JimBob trying to call me.

I call him back really quick and whisper, “Now dagum it you pig turd, I had my sights in on a decent buck and it heard my phone vibrate when you called me.” “ Well I was calling you because that monster crossed the creek a little away from me and he's heading toward you,” JimBob said. Right as I heard him say that, I saw the monster coming toward me from thirty yards away. I whisper very quietly and say, “I see him,” and hung up. It was monster I've been waiting for.

I get my sights on him and take my time getting a good aim in him. When I have him in the right spot, I make a little grunt to make him stop. He's stops dead in his tracks and, “Kaboom!” I drop that dagum son of a gun like a sack of potatoes. I got the monster.

JimBob gets down and comes over to see the monster dropped dead where I shot him. “You scared the tar out of me when you shot,” JimBob said. “Haha, I said. Let's get this dagum thing gutted and back home.” “Alright,” said JimBob.

We get the thing gutted and back home to hang it up and let the blood drip out. Called over some friends to look at him. One of them was a taxidermist and he scored him for me. He measured in at 303 ? inches. He is massive.

We invited some family over to have some food the next weekend. We fried some deer burgers wrapped in bacon from the monster. Let me tell ya, them dagum things were pretty tasty. God blessed me to have a deer like this. Can't wait to have him on my wall.