WARNING LONG POST
Early Thursday morning my dad and I got on the road for Oklahoma to do a little hunt. Heith(HSBTGarcia) and his Dad made it up the night before. After Tuesdays victory 🇺🇸 I was grinning the whole way to Oklahoma. My attitude was top tier regardless of a kill.
When we got up there we were met with some flooding rains that haltered our hunting for most all of Friday. I got this buck showing on cam with a doe and I wanted to make a move on him, but we didn’t have a stand for the SW/West winds we would be seeing starting Saturday morning. So my good buddy Heith helped me go in between rains Friday and hang a lock on to get in Saturday morning.
I was able to slip in early without hearing anything spook away. Early on I had a group of does work through, so I was optimistic bucks would come through to event check. First off was a respectable 3.5 year old 8 point that came to within 8 yards of the tree. I watched him feed for a bit and thought he had left out. I caught some movement over my shoulder and noticed a lone doe behind me working downwind. She caught my wind but didn’t spook she just turned around and jumped back across the creek. As she jumped back east of the creek the target buck jumped across and was now between the doe and I.
Our plan was almost text book except this buck came to my SE where we didn’t have any shooting lanes, so I had to watch this buck scrape, grunt, whoop trees, and snort wheeze all within 20 yards for over 15 minutes with no shot🤦🏻♂️😬. I realized he was making all this commotion because he was between that doe and the younger 8 point and I was between him and that same 8 point. He eventually left out with a doe and never offered a shot.
Fast forward 25 mins or so and I was having myself a shoulda/coulda/woulda party when I catch movement coming down the lane I walked in on. It’s him!! He is heading for a perfect broadside 20 yard shot, but he winded my trail that I walked in and turned out in front of me. Even better now he’s gonna be at 15 yards and I don’t even have to stand up!!!
I drew my bow expecting him to take another two steps and be in the shooting lane. What does he do? He turns straight towards me and works to my tree! I had to continue to hold until he turned enough and I could find a hole to get an arrow through at 8 yards.
I let if fly and I felt great about the shot. I gave him about 45 mins before taking up the trail. I had a clean pass through with my arrow buried in the first and covered in blood. I did have just a little fat on the arrow and some white hair. The initial blood look great for first 40 yards or so but it all but quit on me so I backed out around 75 yards in to give him time and wait on help from the guys after lunch.
I was more being paranoid than anything but I didn’t want to chance it. We went back in and found the deer about 50 yards further down the trail from where I stopped.
Turns out he was just little quartered to me so I got good lung going in and the low exit hit gut going out. The guts were clogging the hole from bleeding well, but the G5 mega meat did its job and I had my buck. To top it off my Dad got to join in on the recovery. This is my first personal Oklahoma shooter buck after playing the guide role the last couple of years.
Happy hunting guys and God Bless!
Early Thursday morning my dad and I got on the road for Oklahoma to do a little hunt. Heith(HSBTGarcia) and his Dad made it up the night before. After Tuesdays victory 🇺🇸 I was grinning the whole way to Oklahoma. My attitude was top tier regardless of a kill.
When we got up there we were met with some flooding rains that haltered our hunting for most all of Friday. I got this buck showing on cam with a doe and I wanted to make a move on him, but we didn’t have a stand for the SW/West winds we would be seeing starting Saturday morning. So my good buddy Heith helped me go in between rains Friday and hang a lock on to get in Saturday morning.
I was able to slip in early without hearing anything spook away. Early on I had a group of does work through, so I was optimistic bucks would come through to event check. First off was a respectable 3.5 year old 8 point that came to within 8 yards of the tree. I watched him feed for a bit and thought he had left out. I caught some movement over my shoulder and noticed a lone doe behind me working downwind. She caught my wind but didn’t spook she just turned around and jumped back across the creek. As she jumped back east of the creek the target buck jumped across and was now between the doe and I.
Our plan was almost text book except this buck came to my SE where we didn’t have any shooting lanes, so I had to watch this buck scrape, grunt, whoop trees, and snort wheeze all within 20 yards for over 15 minutes with no shot🤦🏻♂️😬. I realized he was making all this commotion because he was between that doe and the younger 8 point and I was between him and that same 8 point. He eventually left out with a doe and never offered a shot.
Fast forward 25 mins or so and I was having myself a shoulda/coulda/woulda party when I catch movement coming down the lane I walked in on. It’s him!! He is heading for a perfect broadside 20 yard shot, but he winded my trail that I walked in and turned out in front of me. Even better now he’s gonna be at 15 yards and I don’t even have to stand up!!!
I drew my bow expecting him to take another two steps and be in the shooting lane. What does he do? He turns straight towards me and works to my tree! I had to continue to hold until he turned enough and I could find a hole to get an arrow through at 8 yards.
I let if fly and I felt great about the shot. I gave him about 45 mins before taking up the trail. I had a clean pass through with my arrow buried in the first and covered in blood. I did have just a little fat on the arrow and some white hair. The initial blood look great for first 40 yards or so but it all but quit on me so I backed out around 75 yards in to give him time and wait on help from the guys after lunch.
I was more being paranoid than anything but I didn’t want to chance it. We went back in and found the deer about 50 yards further down the trail from where I stopped.
Turns out he was just little quartered to me so I got good lung going in and the low exit hit gut going out. The guts were clogging the hole from bleeding well, but the G5 mega meat did its job and I had my buck. To top it off my Dad got to join in on the recovery. This is my first personal Oklahoma shooter buck after playing the guide role the last couple of years.
Happy hunting guys and God Bless!
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