OK BOYS Were on the board!
There is one farm I've hardly touched. The corn was still up and the woods,that isn't swamp is extra thick! I've been in twice and it's a gnarly mess. I also have more compettion there,than anywhere else because the 60 acre bean feild on the adjacent farm makes for easy summertime viewing. It's where I picked up the big shed and watched 2 Pope and Young Bucks in August! However with the beans long down the complexion has changed drastically. I knew the corn had to come down to make it huntable. I drove by Saturday and it was down. I knew I had to be the first to hunt it. Sunday morning found me with that farm in mind! The SW wind made it really tough. This meant I had tobe northern most, on the small 40 acre parcel. I knew from the wind what this meant. No climbable trees I would have to take it to ground level!
I was confident, knowing that my Ultimate Camo, would work as well on the ground as from the tree tops.
I eased into the North corner in pre dawn. Found an overgrown fence row and small shrubby tree and settled in behind it. As dawn crept up the field was empty. I sprayed some "Young Buck" Scent, from a Buck Bomb gave a few grunts just to get the morning "edge". I look up the field and see a shape, "Deer!" At somewhere around 70 yards away in a small depresion. I throw up the Nikon ATB's. It's a buck, looks good. Honestly, thats the last half decent look I get and the last I look at antlers. He is heading my way, but tight to the very tree line I'm on. I can see movement and I can tell he's coming my way. But I can't really assess him. He is getting very close. I pick up the bow from the ground. He stops for one more whiff of the air, where the buck bomb scent must have settled on some foilage. Now he takes the diagonal path from his tree line to the back tree line which puts him straight in front of me. I let him quarter past. At 11 yards I touch the release. I see the arrow sink in at the crease low behind the front leg. He mule kicks I see my arrow, break and fly in two seperate directions as he stumbles away. I think he'll go down in sight as the 2 blade rage has done it's deed. He disappears around a shrub and I figure has run off into the woods to expire. I pack up and head to the truck, call wife, send a few texts, kill some time and head back to scan the woods. If there is any sign that he made it farther than out of sight from the field. I'll back-off. But it was one of them shots you just know you could walk to him. I get to the back of the field and the shrub he run around was as far as he made it. Less tha 25 yards.
He's no monster, in fact, quite honestly, he has a smallish rack. He was a heavy deer, laden with fat. In the past 2 weeks I've now seen 16 bucks he's the biggest I've seen in shooting light. I have no fear of tag soup I've eaten it often. But the difference is I know I'm purusing big deer. This year I haven't seen any big deer, since summer. I know they are out there. But with 1 weekend to go (for me), this was one I was ready to take. I make no apologies, and stand proud by the wonderful animal and memories of the hunt!
He is an 8 point he scores 90" his tip to tip spread is 1"
Whats left of the arrow
Closer up.
