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    #31
    2009 on a high fence spot in MS I was setup on a great trail between two planted fields. Every four legged thing with hair used this trail to slip between the two.

    15' up in a ladder stand I just knew this honey hole would pay off to see all kinds of things and it did. A herd of elk and red deer cows came through but at 50 yds, oryx took up that same trail as did every other beast that evening. Just out of the hand corn line and a bit to far to make the best shot as they steadily kept moving.

    Around 5:30 the whitetail starting moving and made their way down the closer trail to me. I had no less than a dozen Doe munching away when two 8 pts came out followed by a 15 pt with trash everywhere. I stayed as still as possible with my heart pounding so hard my shirt was moving. This was the biggest whitetail I have ever seen. I'm not much into scoring but they had already killed a 160 and 190 class that year so you get the idea of size.

    What seemed like an hour passed and they were still there eating. The Toad of a buck finally worked his way in to get a taste of the yellow gold. There he stood, 15yds away and 15' below me.

    As a herd of Eiland came rounding through the further end trail, all of the whitetail raised their head up looking at the commotion. This gave me a perfect opportunity to draw the z7.

    As I got stretched out and sized up I tapped off on the little bitty goose and let the nocturnal light up like a flare. The first thing I saw was dirt, the first thing I heard was clanking of carbon and the first thing I felt was a heck of a pain just above my knee.

    Yep you guessed it. We've all done it. When I drew back my bow in my sitting position and did my slight tilt forward I failed to make sure my leg was turned to the side and the bottom limb hit my leg upon release sending the arrow straight to the ground under the deer bouncing like a rock skipping over a pond.

    Needless to saw there was no harvest that evening and a fairly nice bruise to remind me of my rookie mistake of not going through the checklist before squeezing off.

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      #32
      Great thread. Reminded me of two one with a rifle and one with a bow. I'll post up the bow story later when I get some more time to type. It's a loooong story

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        #33
        Tapatalk hiccupped, double post.
        Last edited by jeepntx; 10-11-2014, 02:19 PM.

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          #34
          This guy at 12 yards, 2nd weekend of bow season in Del Rio. First time hunting in a pop up, shooting uphill, and he jumped the string. We had been watching him since the previous season, but he finally got too comfortable and started making predictable appearances.



          He hit the dirt, got up, and slammed into a few trees as he made his exit. We spent a total of 14 hours that night and the next day looking for him. 1400 yards of circles. I was so sick over it, we packed up and went home.

          He showed back up a few weeks later at a different camera:


          Then was taken by rifle a month after that. I was heartbroken:

          Last edited by jeepntx; 10-11-2014, 02:20 PM.

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            #35
            Last season I got to hunt 4 days during bow season due to a shutdown at work. October 16th I was in a ladder stand overlooking an oak flat. Real thick, but I could see through the trees and bushes. I hear movement and look to my right thru a gap in the trees and see the biggest buck I have ever seen while bow hunting. He never stopped and walked 75 yards away and made a scrape.
            A few minutes later I hear him and another buck play fighting. They weren't very aggressive, just kind of testing each other. I'm standing up and moving around trying to get a better glimpse of the other buck when I look down and less than ten yards stands a small 6 point.
            The bigger buck somehow sees the 6 and walks back toward him. I pick the gap I'm gonna shoot through and he walks right through, turns around and walks back. He stops this time. 25 yard chip shot with vitals in the two foot wide gap. I squeeze off and he mule kicks and runs straight away only to stop at a fence 100 yards away. I expected a death wobble and he fall right there. Wrong.
            By this time I'm shaking so bad I have to sit down and remember how to breath. I gave him 45 minutes before I even got down to look for my arrow or blood. I walk over and my Muzzy is buried to the threads in a 1" diameter tree. Clean miss. One inch either way and he was a dead deer.
            I put a camera on that scrape and got quite a few pictures of him. I saw him opening day of rifle season at 450 yards with his back end at me. I found his left side shed less than 50 yards from where I missed him. The tree with the Muzzy embedded is in my man cave at home.

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              #36
              When I was 16 years old I was still hunting in some thick oak trees and walked up on a small 8 pt. I was using a recurve at the time and had 4 arrows in my quiver. The buck didn't see me and was broadside at about 20 yards eating acorns. That buck ducked all 4 arrows, I must of been excited because after the first shot I didn't think to aim lower. I had to scare him off to go get my arrows.

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