Just pics for now. I have to write the story, it's an amazing one. One of the coolest things I've ever witnessed.





I had been on stand for 3 ½ hours seeing a small buck and some does, when the woods just exploded. Leaves crashing, branches breaking deer running like mad. I could clearly see a small buck running and caught the rack of a real nice one. They played out in the distance for a few minutes before finally working their way to me so I could see what’s going on. The big buck was with a hot doe and would only leave her side to chase the small buck away. He was angry and wanted to hurt the little buck. Over the next 30 minutes I watched this big guy, snort wheeze, grunt and growl at the little buck while chasing him if he felt the little guy got too close. You could not imagine the intensity he went after this buck with. I can’t describe it enough to do the scenario justice. All my calls fell on deaf ears, my only hope was to have the doe come over and thankfully she did. The big buck followed and came charging in to about 12 yds, I drew and waited, a few limbs blocking my shot. After what felt like forever he charged at the small buck again, zipping thru my opening. Stopping in another blocked area at only 10 yds, I had to let down. The doe was now literally under my stand and the big boy held guard. I could see his chest pounding, probably more than mine was. He went to take a couple steps and I drew, stopping briefly in an opening he snort wheezed one final time at the forky. I released and saw my arrow hit hard. The buck only jumped once and maintained his position, glaring at the small buck. Instinct told me to grab another arrow, but I could see by his wounds, he was not going anywhere. After a few seconds he staggered and tried to keep his footing before finally succumbing and slumping to the ground not 5 yds from where I shot him. I could not believe what just unfolded before me. I think the doe ran, but the forky stayed and when the big buck had expired he come over to sniff, and gave him a few pushes on the rump. It wasn’t until after I climbed down and waved my arms and hollered did the small buck finally leave.