My job is to hike the right ridge, and watch for them trying to escape. As I’m hiking through the trees one step on a branch sounds like it was heard for miles, snap! The group starts to run, everyone takes aim to find the buck. If there is one, we open fire, sounding like a world war someone spots one. Bullets traveling at incredible speeds and so are the deer. Unfortunately for us nothing makes contact, the search continues. I spot a very nice buck on the side of the mountain, signaling the squad I race to get a clear view. My brother starts shooting and lands a hit, my grandpa from the truck with binocs confirms the kill. Now the search is on to find the two-point, the search takes hours. Finally, my uncle finds the two point and rollout down the hill. At the bottom my