I was on stand today and saw five different bucks and two does. LOTS of rutting going on up here in WI. Anyway, this little doe was coming in, so I decided to take her.
She was moving in slow, and not looking back, so I figured she was alone. She offered the shot, I started to pull back. At about half-draw I decided to check her back-trail again.
AND THERE HE WAS!!!
A NICE ten-pointer, just a gruntin' and a watchin' that doe. I decided that the doe would have to live another day.
The buck came STRAIGHT in...not good. He stood there, nose to the ground, facing me, and three yards from the base of the tree. I wanted him...BAD...but NOT at that angle. I prayed, and he turned.
Sent a Woodsman out of my recurve through one lung and center-punched his heart. Sixty yards later he crashed, gasped, and it was over.
Very easy trail, and my dad helped out. He was there to see this "big buck" that I told him I'd shot, probably expecting to see "junior". When he spotted the rack from about 20 yards away he said something I can't post here...but it was good.
We finally got that HOG out, checked him in, and hung him up. I couldn't resist printing out a P&Y score sheet and putting a tape on him.
He green-scored a gross of 141 1/8", and netted 137 2/8". After drying, and being measured by an actual MEASURER, he should make book with lots of room to spare.
You'll have to excuse me...but I'm like a kid on Christmas morning. Tomorrow I'm going to take him down, shoot a couple rolls of film, and try to find a taxidermist up here to mount him (carcass import ban in IL).
Good buck in 70B, WI
