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Well I finally did it!
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Here's my first Bow kill. A blacktail buck at 25 yards. Height 17 inches, Width 18.5 inches, Forks 10 inches tall. Plus eyeguards. This is the biggest BlacKtail deer I've ever gotten. Here's the Cliff Notes version of the story. (the full version is 5 pages long)
We left the launch ramp at daybreak and saw two bucks as soon as we entered the hunting area. Long story short, the wind kept switching and they were on to me from the get go. They finally ended up jumping in the water and swimming to the far shore about 3/4 of a mile.
We spent the rest of the morning cruising the shoreline and scanning the tree line for bedded deer. The wind came up and we were looking for a spot out of the wind to have lunch when Cal Farnsworth, spotted the buck 1/2 mile up the creek. "the heck with lunch!" We lost sight of the buck but I worked along the ridge up and over the fingers that came down to the creek, while Cal and his son Taylor walked up the creek bed and up the opposite ridge to try and spot the buck again. When I was about ready to give up on ever finding the buck, I popped over one more finger, spooking a doe, with the buck following close behind. I sprinted up the ridge about 50 yards to try and gain a vantage point to see where the pair went. As I crested another finger I came to an opening about 60 yards across. I was 15 yards into the opening when I saw the buck on the crest of the opposite finger looking at his backtrail 50 yards further down the hill. i froze in the wide open, then walked slowwwwwlllly backwards back into the shade of the oaks and I crouched behind an oak tree as he scanned the treeline. It was like he was looking right through me as we sat in a Mexican Standoff for an hour. Just looking at one another. After an hour, the doe came feeding back over the ridge and the buck seemed to relax. He began feeding and then bedded down under a buckeye tree 63 yards away with the doe further down the hill with one eye on my direction.
I quietly backed out to try a different approach on the deer. After 30 minutes the buck stood, shook like a dog and began feeding over in my direction. He stopped broadside at 25 yards when I thumped him. He ran only 100 yards and expired just over the next finger.
I had waited on that buck for an hour and a half to get in a decent shooting position, and when he did, it was better than I ever expected!
We dragged the buck down to the creek bed and then the 1/2 mile to the boat. Thats where the pictures were taken. Hope you all enjoy the pictures. I enjoyed the events leading to it!
http://www.monstermuleys.info/dcforum/User_files/4353ed013b013b12
Here's my first Bow kill. A blacktail buck at 25 yards. Height 17 inches, Width 18.5 inches, Forks 10 inches tall. Plus eyeguards. This is the biggest BlacKtail deer I've ever gotten. Here's the Cliff Notes version of the story. (the full version is 5 pages long)
We left the launch ramp at daybreak and saw two bucks as soon as we entered the hunting area. Long story short, the wind kept switching and they were on to me from the get go. They finally ended up jumping in the water and swimming to the far shore about 3/4 of a mile.
We spent the rest of the morning cruising the shoreline and scanning the tree line for bedded deer. The wind came up and we were looking for a spot out of the wind to have lunch when Cal Farnsworth, spotted the buck 1/2 mile up the creek. "the heck with lunch!" We lost sight of the buck but I worked along the ridge up and over the fingers that came down to the creek, while Cal and his son Taylor walked up the creek bed and up the opposite ridge to try and spot the buck again. When I was about ready to give up on ever finding the buck, I popped over one more finger, spooking a doe, with the buck following close behind. I sprinted up the ridge about 50 yards to try and gain a vantage point to see where the pair went. As I crested another finger I came to an opening about 60 yards across. I was 15 yards into the opening when I saw the buck on the crest of the opposite finger looking at his backtrail 50 yards further down the hill. i froze in the wide open, then walked slowwwwwlllly backwards back into the shade of the oaks and I crouched behind an oak tree as he scanned the treeline. It was like he was looking right through me as we sat in a Mexican Standoff for an hour. Just looking at one another. After an hour, the doe came feeding back over the ridge and the buck seemed to relax. He began feeding and then bedded down under a buckeye tree 63 yards away with the doe further down the hill with one eye on my direction.
I quietly backed out to try a different approach on the deer. After 30 minutes the buck stood, shook like a dog and began feeding over in my direction. He stopped broadside at 25 yards when I thumped him. He ran only 100 yards and expired just over the next finger.
I had waited on that buck for an hour and a half to get in a decent shooting position, and when he did, it was better than I ever expected!
We dragged the buck down to the creek bed and then the 1/2 mile to the boat. Thats where the pictures were taken. Hope you all enjoy the pictures. I enjoyed the events leading to it!
