iccyman001
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Ok, so welcome to the story that you wouldn't believe it if I didn't have pictures.
(This first buck was shot 28 Nov 2014)
I have been chasing this big buck all year. I took him from a 3 square mile area down to a 1/4 mile square area.
Well, yesterday I drove out to Oklahoma with hopes of an afternoon sit and to check my camera in my hot spot.
Well the drive took longer than planned and I hit my area at 4:45 pm. Sundown was 5:24 so I had until 5:54 to hunt...
The wind was in my favor, so I drove right to my spot and didn't change.
In a white tee shirt, blue jeans, and cowboy boots, I walked to my hot spot, pulled the camera, and to reviewed them.
I had deer DAILY throughout the day, over the past 2 weeks. Nothing to brag about, but I figured I could shoot a doe. I also knew the brute lived in the area.
Well, after I checked my camera I saw the last time I remember 5:10.
After that I saw a deer. First thing I noticed was "hey, there is a deer."
Then I noticed it was a buck and was coming down my lane....
Then I saw it......
the curved brow tine....
I almost puked.
I got down on me knees and went VERY SLOW. The wind was in my face and he was working his way down to me. I drew back and then he stopped at 15 yards semi quartering to.
This is when I noticed the problem. The wind was swirling....
He was not a young buck and I could see him sniffing in the air.
I picked the spot I wanted and let my arrow fly.
This is when the "fairly tale begins."
The buck DROPPED in it's spot. He either heard my string, arrow, or caught movement last second because his ass end dropped a bit and it hit his spine.
So here I am, I just watched my buck of a life time drop in front of my eyes, and then I let the adrenaline play nasty games.
He started doing the "I am dead, but still moving" routine, so I could only think of all the nasty threads where people shoot monster bucks, it drops, then gets up and runs away....
Well... I knocked another arrow and made sure that was not going to happen. The original shot was the kill shot.
The second was ok, now I can breath.
SO HERE I AM STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS WITH A WHITE TEE SHIRT ON, JEANS AND COWBOY BOOTS, and I just killed the biggest buck of my LIFE.
Don't believe me?
I wouldn't either, but....
(This first buck was shot 28 Nov 2014)
I have been chasing this big buck all year. I took him from a 3 square mile area down to a 1/4 mile square area.
Well, yesterday I drove out to Oklahoma with hopes of an afternoon sit and to check my camera in my hot spot.
Well the drive took longer than planned and I hit my area at 4:45 pm. Sundown was 5:24 so I had until 5:54 to hunt...
The wind was in my favor, so I drove right to my spot and didn't change.
In a white tee shirt, blue jeans, and cowboy boots, I walked to my hot spot, pulled the camera, and to reviewed them.
I had deer DAILY throughout the day, over the past 2 weeks. Nothing to brag about, but I figured I could shoot a doe. I also knew the brute lived in the area.
Well, after I checked my camera I saw the last time I remember 5:10.
After that I saw a deer. First thing I noticed was "hey, there is a deer."
Then I noticed it was a buck and was coming down my lane....
Then I saw it......
the curved brow tine....
I almost puked.
I got down on me knees and went VERY SLOW. The wind was in my face and he was working his way down to me. I drew back and then he stopped at 15 yards semi quartering to.
This is when I noticed the problem. The wind was swirling....
He was not a young buck and I could see him sniffing in the air.
I picked the spot I wanted and let my arrow fly.
This is when the "fairly tale begins."
The buck DROPPED in it's spot. He either heard my string, arrow, or caught movement last second because his ass end dropped a bit and it hit his spine.
So here I am, I just watched my buck of a life time drop in front of my eyes, and then I let the adrenaline play nasty games.
He started doing the "I am dead, but still moving" routine, so I could only think of all the nasty threads where people shoot monster bucks, it drops, then gets up and runs away....
Well... I knocked another arrow and made sure that was not going to happen. The original shot was the kill shot.
The second was ok, now I can breath.
SO HERE I AM STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS WITH A WHITE TEE SHIRT ON, JEANS AND COWBOY BOOTS, and I just killed the biggest buck of my LIFE.
Don't believe me?
I wouldn't either, but....