Having seen this Buck a few times on trail cam, and up close Saturday morning(1st pic), We decided he had most likely seen his better days for making headgear, and moved him to the top of the "shoot on sight" list.
I went back to the ground blind that evening, and sure enough, He comes in bristled up, bullying the other young Bucks off the feeder, jams his face into the protein feeder and starts chowing down.
Watched him for a little longer, watching his big belly flop back n forth as He snorted and continued threatening the rest of the group. Noticed a notch torn out high on one of his ears... guess this guy liked fighting.
Once he had the feeder legs cleared of any colateral damage, I nocked up a Hell Razor and let him have it.
Perfect shot, no jump, broadhead buried in the off side shoulder, watched him(attempt) to run, hit the dirt within sight.
Was kinda funny watching the young Bucks who had initially scattered, now making their way over to where He lay, snorting, circling and posturing at him.
Called my friend Edward, knowing there was no way I was getting him loaded by myself, Edward arrives and jokingly asked if I'd shot a Deer or small Horse.
Arrived at camp, decided to weigh him... 180#, HUGE by Lohn standards, especially considering this drought... I'm thinking He has spent most of the Summer laying in the shade and fighting the others away from the protein feeders.
But his fighting days are over now.
I went back to the ground blind that evening, and sure enough, He comes in bristled up, bullying the other young Bucks off the feeder, jams his face into the protein feeder and starts chowing down.
Watched him for a little longer, watching his big belly flop back n forth as He snorted and continued threatening the rest of the group. Noticed a notch torn out high on one of his ears... guess this guy liked fighting.
Once he had the feeder legs cleared of any colateral damage, I nocked up a Hell Razor and let him have it.
Perfect shot, no jump, broadhead buried in the off side shoulder, watched him(attempt) to run, hit the dirt within sight.
Was kinda funny watching the young Bucks who had initially scattered, now making their way over to where He lay, snorting, circling and posturing at him.
Called my friend Edward, knowing there was no way I was getting him loaded by myself, Edward arrives and jokingly asked if I'd shot a Deer or small Horse.
Arrived at camp, decided to weigh him... 180#, HUGE by Lohn standards, especially considering this drought... I'm thinking He has spent most of the Summer laying in the shade and fighting the others away from the protein feeders.
But his fighting days are over now.
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