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Myth
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Hi folks, its been a long ass time since Ive last posted, but I certainly havent stopped reading over the past year.
My archery season started on Sept. 7th this year, when a good friend of mine told me about a landowner he knew that was having real trouble with the deer on his farm. He picked me up that morning and we headed out to talk to the landowner and start scouting. We hadnt been scouting for 15 minutes when we had spotted this guy, a 28-31" 3x4 with eyeguards and reeeally long tines, but no mass, a 28-31" 4x4 with eyeguards that had really poor forks, and a 160ish 4x4 with eyeguards who was obviously a young deer, and from the same gene pool as the one I ended up taking. These bucks were all travelling together in a bachelor group.
It goes without saying that my heart was pumping right from the get go. I began hunting him the next morning, and that would start what would turn out to be the hardest, most educational, and meaningful hunt of my life.
I hunted this buck every single day (except Sundays) from Sept. 7th until Oct 20th. In that span, I had laid in a stuble field multiple times for 8 plus hours, fallen down a coulee a couple of times, had this buck in range 6 times but could not get a shot, and passed up shots on the other 3 bucks at least 9 times, including having the big 3x4 at 4 yards one morning from a ground blind I had built. I truely had my heart set on this buck and I swore I would not shoot any buck but him.
I had given this buck the nickname "devil deer" after all of the near misses, getting busted after hours of laying still, long hikes up and down the coulees and flat out stress I had recieved from this buck. On Thursday morning though, my luck had finally changed and my plan had come together.
I watched him feed in the field until around 9 when he decided it was time to head down to the coulees. To my suprise, the rest of the bucks didnt follow him, but instead bedded up in the stubble. I slowly edged my way to the coulee to locate his bed, and once I found it began my half hour trek to try and get behind him at the river bottom. As soon as I got to the river bottom I found an absolute perfect ambush location and hopped in. I hadnt been sitting for even 3 minutes when he got up and came trotting over the hill directly to me. A 27 yard double lung/liver shot later, and he was mine. The feeling I got after having all of that work finally come together was indescribable, and I am more proud of this deer by far than any I have taken.
He grosses 181 7/8". He is a mainframe 4x4+eye guards, with a sticker on his left front fork, and lots of stickers on his bases, including a split browtine. Both eye guards measured over 3"s.
My archery season started on Sept. 7th this year, when a good friend of mine told me about a landowner he knew that was having real trouble with the deer on his farm. He picked me up that morning and we headed out to talk to the landowner and start scouting. We hadnt been scouting for 15 minutes when we had spotted this guy, a 28-31" 3x4 with eyeguards and reeeally long tines, but no mass, a 28-31" 4x4 with eyeguards that had really poor forks, and a 160ish 4x4 with eyeguards who was obviously a young deer, and from the same gene pool as the one I ended up taking. These bucks were all travelling together in a bachelor group.
It goes without saying that my heart was pumping right from the get go. I began hunting him the next morning, and that would start what would turn out to be the hardest, most educational, and meaningful hunt of my life.
I hunted this buck every single day (except Sundays) from Sept. 7th until Oct 20th. In that span, I had laid in a stuble field multiple times for 8 plus hours, fallen down a coulee a couple of times, had this buck in range 6 times but could not get a shot, and passed up shots on the other 3 bucks at least 9 times, including having the big 3x4 at 4 yards one morning from a ground blind I had built. I truely had my heart set on this buck and I swore I would not shoot any buck but him.
I had given this buck the nickname "devil deer" after all of the near misses, getting busted after hours of laying still, long hikes up and down the coulees and flat out stress I had recieved from this buck. On Thursday morning though, my luck had finally changed and my plan had come together.
I watched him feed in the field until around 9 when he decided it was time to head down to the coulees. To my suprise, the rest of the bucks didnt follow him, but instead bedded up in the stubble. I slowly edged my way to the coulee to locate his bed, and once I found it began my half hour trek to try and get behind him at the river bottom. As soon as I got to the river bottom I found an absolute perfect ambush location and hopped in. I hadnt been sitting for even 3 minutes when he got up and came trotting over the hill directly to me. A 27 yard double lung/liver shot later, and he was mine. The feeling I got after having all of that work finally come together was indescribable, and I am more proud of this deer by far than any I have taken.
He grosses 181 7/8". He is a mainframe 4x4+eye guards, with a sticker on his left front fork, and lots of stickers on his bases, including a split browtine. Both eye guards measured over 3"s.