Well guys, I was all packed up on Friday to head to NW oklahoma for the opening of rifle season (where I carry my bow... and a rifle). The previous weekend I had 11 bucks under my stand and the two big bucks never presented themself. Anyway, after work I headed home to meet a buddy and this is when I received the phone call. Evidently the landowner of the property we were hunting decided to lease out the property for thetwo week gun season and we weren't allowed until after December 3rd.
That sucked pretty bad, but about 2 minutes later I received a call from my buddy in Texas and said that he had gotten off work for Saturday and for me to head South... so I did. We generally don't shoot bucks on his property unless they are monsters. Well after a long drive and several cold beers I decide that I'm going to hunt out of a tri-pod stand (because it was all of a 4 minute walk from the house)and test out the new rifle I received for college graduation. At this point I heard some whining coming from my bow case, so I went to check it out. After a short talk with my TrykonI decided that him and "Ruger" could both go out in the morning. Then the Razortec started complaining so I took him outside and put him in the truck.
I settle in the Tripod about 30 minutes before day break and for some "unknown" reason fall asleep with my head on the gun rest. I'm woken up that noise that Sandhill cranes make... I'm not even going to try to type how it sounds. Anyway I catch movement out over a really big grass field, it turns out to be a nice doe at about 250 yards. I put the crosshairs on the crease behind her shoulder... and thenI couldn't do it... it just didn't seem fair, it was too easy. I put "Ruger" up and he was not happy with me.
As I enjoyed the sunrise I saw another doe walking through the mesquite towards me. I picked up the Trykon and stood up. As she walked behind the last mesquite I came to full draw, she stopped and my slick trick zipped through both of her lungs, and 40 yards later she crashed into the briars. She weighed 110lb live weight and we didn't weigh her dressed out.
After some lunch, football, and a nap my buddy and I got dressed and headed back out in search of pigs, coyotes and other varmints. He decided he was going to hunt with his bow for the first and would take a doe as well if given the opportunity. We sat in a spot that deer funnel through to eat at the fields in the evenings. I climbed about 7 feet into a giant oak tree because I didn't have anywhere to sit and he sat on a stool behind the big tree so he could draw without being seen. About 30 minutes into the hunt I hear a light footed "crunch" and I look slowly back to my left only to see a very large bobcat at 10 yards. I wasn't able to see mike from my position and there was no way I could move. I was trying to get my camera on video mode but that wasn't happening. All the sudden I see an arrow fly but I couldn't tell it went through or just over the top. The big cat jumped about 8 feet and sat down facing parallel to us. I (very) quickly surveyed him and decided that he had not been hit... I touched the trigger and he flopped over dead. Mike in all the excitement and somehow forgot to look throug his peep site and shot over the back of the big cat. It was a really cool hunt to say the least, the cat is now at the taxidermist and will be made into a rug.
Here's the cat.
