Dalton Lloyd, Rainy Day Deer
by Dalton Lloyd
It was the sunday after Thanksgiving in the 2011-2012 season, and it was a nasty rainy day. My dad calls me and asks if I'm going up to the club to sit in the shooting house, I said, "Yeah, I think I will. Ain't nothing better to do." He just laughed at me and said, "You pissin' in the wind, son. You won't see a deer." I said, "Welp, better than sittin' in the house."
I got to my plot and the rain stopped to a drizzle and the wind died. I just smiled and said, "This is gonna be a good afternoon." I was in the shooting house maybe 45 mins and I leaned up to get my spit bottle by the window and looked down and seen horns.
I grabbed the ole 270 and looked out at the biggest Florida buck I've ever seen. I got on him and noticed 2 more bucks with him - a 7 and a 4 I seen during bow season but wouldn't shoot them. I took a breath and squeezed the trigger. He dropped, and the other 2 bucks just stood there and looked around. I watched them for another 20 minutes 'til they wandered off.
I climbed down and went to the buck. Then I called my dad for help. My cousin came and helped me load him and went to the skinning shed. Little did I know everyone was waiting to see him. He is the biggest buck we have killed at the club in a while - 9 point 16 inches wide 175 pounds chocolate-horned deer. A great Florida deer.