by Weston
(New Blaine Arkansas)
Well this is the same Weston Drake Jones from Atkins Arkansas. This was the same year I killed the doe with a bow. When rifle season rolled around I was ready to go out with my trusty old Rossie 270 Winchester. This time I was on a wildlife management area hunting about a quarter of a mile from my deer camp. The day before my hunt me and my friend from Oklahoma went to put out our stands we were riding our four wheelers and while fixing to go put up my stand a huge 10 pointer jumped the road and headed toward my stand!!!!!!! So we went and put my stand up and backed out real quick. When I woke up the next morning I got to the stand at 6:30 am and sat down for a long sit. I planned to sit all day this being the beginning of rut I new I'd get a chance at that biggin. When 7:00 rolled around I heard the leaves moving and I new something was coming. I looked up on the hill and saw the monster Ten. He was at 75 yards in a little opening. I fired and he just kinda walked off like nuthin happend. Well I stayed in the stand till 9:00 and my phone rang. It was my buddy he said I'm comeing to look for blood with you. I stayed on the stand and when he got there I looked in the same opening where I shot at the ten point and out came a 4 point. He stopped in the opening and I fired and he hit the ground. When we got to him there was no ten pointer and the 4 point had a lot of ground shrinkage.