Here's a pic of the buck I got on Friday evening at about 5:50 PM. He's the biggest six-point buck I ever saw. He should have been an 8, but all he had was big, forked main beams and brow tines. It was a great and memorable hunt because it was the first time I've had a buck come to the exact place I expected him to after I unravelled his rubline. I tracked his rubline for a hundred yards or so, until it ended at a fence that separates our property (woods) from the neighbor's (pasture). I set up over the 3rd rub back from the pasture and got into my climber at about 1:00 and spent the afternoon glassing the fencerow and watching the neighbor's cattle. At 5:50 PM this guy just appeared in front of me, right at the rub I was hunting over. It was almost scary. I looked at the rub, turned my head to look over my other sholder, and then looked back at the rub and he was there. I was in shock. It was a very calm day and it was dry, and the entire area was covered with old treetops from some logging that was done a few years ago. It was so calm I could hear finches and bluebirds land on the ground. Squirrells sounded like army tanks. There is just no way that he came from my side of the fence without making a sound. I think he must have been bedded down in some small brushy spots in the pasture and then just hopped over the fence to his rub. Anyway, I had a clear, easy 25 yard shot with my smokepole and the rest is history. Meat in the freezer now..time to try for a really big boy (it could happen)
Smokepole buck (pic)
