My first bow kill was early November of last season. I found an area in some thick pines that was just full of scrapes and rubs and the ground was all torn up with what looked like two bucks having a scuffle. I set my climberfor an evening huntjust on the edge of the pines with a scent wick soaked in Tinks about 20 yards away. I grunted in 3 does who came in behind my stand and walked up right underneath the tree I was in. I had passed up on two skippers earlier in the season so I was excited to get off my first shot. My inexperience showed as I tried to peak around the tree to take a look at them and got busted.

The evening was drawing to a close and I was feeling pretty bummed about messing up my chance to fill my doe tag. I gave another grunt and immediately heard two deer start running toward me hard from two different directions. The buck I shot though was the only one I got to see.

The next few moments was like something you would see on hunting shows. The buck stepped out of the pines with his lips curled and his nose in the air. He delibertly made his was towards my scent wick, all the while sniffing the air and the ground. He went behind some trees and I was able to draw my bow. He took one step into an opening and I pulled the trigger on my release. The buck jumped away behind the trees and started blowing pretty hard. He ran off about 50 yards and piled up. I was pretty juiced. My first bow deer and my first buck!