Saturday morning was a bit quieter with none of us spotting any deer. After lunch I decided to head back to the hardwoods but I wanted to head to a spot that had me sitting high overlooking a valley between two ridges about 100 yards wide. This valley is a natural funnel for the deer as they head toward the swamps and beaver pond. I perched myself on a rock where I had a good view of the deer trails below and had plenty of clear shooting lanes should something happen along. About 60 yards to my right was a small grassy clearing that the deer pass through if they head up the ridge. After sitting there for a couple of hours and seeing and hearing nothing I decided to move on. As soon as I stood up there was a doe, who unknown to me, was bedded in the grassy clearing and she decided head out of there. She sneaked down into the gut so I thought I'd wait a few minutes to see if I could get another look at her. A couple of minutes later a I heard some sticks breaking and a huge doe stepped into the clearing and stopped. Soon a little one followed behind and joined her. I got the camera out as I thought I might as well get a few pictures of them. I was just about to take a picture when I heard "uuurrr" from some brush at the edge of the clearing. Just then the doe and her young one headed up the hill and the buck stepped out into the clearing and stopped broadside in the open about 60 yards from me! I quickly dropped the hammer on him and he went a few steps and went down. I knew he was still alive as I could see the top of his rack moving but the rest of him was obscured by some brush. About five minutes later, as I was watching the doe and fawn who hadn't left despite me shooting, the buck stood up again. I quickly put another shot in him and he took one leap and face planted. He jumped up again and took a couple more bounds into the bush when I heard the crash and then silence. I radioed my buddies and told them to join me in about 1/2 an hour and we'd do a recovery. We went down to where he headed back into the bush and quickly picked up the blood trail. We found him piled up about 30 yards in the bush. I was quite excited! This was the biggest buck I'd ever taken! It turns out the first shot took out a lung and he probably would have expired soon without the second shot but I never take chances on one getting away. We had a bit of an adventure getting him out but that can be seen in the pics below. 
Friday morning in the hardwoods overlooking a trail intersection.
A young bull moose crossed the top of our ridge and left his mark on a bunch of trees. My one buddy spotted him near the pond Friday morning.
We have quite a few beech trees on the property and most are scarred from bears climbing them.
Typical lunch back at the camp.
I don't care what the ads may show, don't take an ATV into the bush without a winch!
My neighbour up there has a bulldozer so he came and pulled out the ATV and gave my buck a ride back.
Enjoying fresh venison tenderloins and all the fixings for dinner that night.
Another shot of the buck back home before we hung him up.
I guess it just proves that we got such big deer up here in Canada that we have to use dozers as ATV`s 
