Damn near got stomped by a buck today

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The last time I went hunting was with my father about 20 years ago. I had a nice 6 point @ about 300 yrds standing on a ridge outside of Ennis Montana. My dad said I couldn't and shouldn't hit it. I did, and it fell over the ridge and tumbled about 100 yards down the other side. What I thought was a nice clean headshot, turned out to be an antler... when I got to it, it was stuned, not dead... damn thing bucked up as I was fixing to dress it and just about killed me... On the up side, I didn't have to quarter it to haul it up over the ridge... on the down side, I still have the scar on my thigh where it got me...

Now, for the first time in years, I'm hunting next weekend with my brother at Grand Lake for Elk. I drew a cow lisc. I intend on taking my 264winmag pre-64 Winchester, It should be an interesting hunt. I would rather play camp-cook, however. I may not load my rifle.