Not only am I lucky to have this tall-tined trophy within bow range of my pop-up ground blind, but he’s still in velvet. He’ll shed it soon—almost certainly within the week—but exactly when is impossible to predict.
I’ve always wanted to tag a velvet buck, and this shot opportunity is super tempting. One of my buddies who lives in NoDak patterned this summertime buck on a neighbor’s land, and he placed the blind 2 weeks ago and brushed it in to look like a round hay bale. This 5x4 is oblivious to our presence; he’s simply looking back at other members of his bachelor group as they enter the field.
Yes, a perfectly placed broad-head at the base of the buck’s neck and between the front legs would be quickly lethal. But am I skilled enough to pull it off? No way. Truth is, I’m shaking like a leaf with excitement, and while my chances of hitting the buck somewhere are 99.9 percent, my chances of hitting the baseball-sized kill zone from 28 yards are much lower.
I force myself to ignore the velvet crown—yeah, right!—and wait for a broadside shot. My buddy, who has two velvet trophies on his wall, is grinning ear to ear, enjoying the fact that this buck is tying my guts in a knot. He just mouthed the word “wait,” giving me confidence I’ve made the correct call.