I took a great friend out turkey hunting this morning. He is ate up with everything about turkey hunting. Well he had 4 birds down before 8 AM. This included a 3 for 1 shot.
We both sat down together along a creek on opposite sides of a fence. Some birds gobbled across the creek on his side of the fence. He said I am going after them. So I said get after it. I knew it had rained and the creek was up so I was just gonna sit still. He came back 5 minutes later unable to find a place to cross the creek. He had a set of horns with him.
He took off another direction after some other birds we had heard. 5 minutes later he fired on the birds and connected. One of the gobblers had 3 beards.
Well, while sitting there not so mad at the turkeys listening to him have a good time I grabbed the rack he had found and started looking at it. I said to myself I know this deer. It's ole Swiss Cheese. I am the only bow hunter on our place. I shot this deer two different times and never got him down. They named him Swiss Cheese cause all the holes I had put in him!
It was 5 years ago on the first day of the season I had my first encounter with this huge bodied deer walks in on me. I thought this deer weighs 250 pounds. I ve never seen anything like it. After watching him for 45 minutes I finally decided to shoot. He knew I was there or something was wrong so he was on high alert. I shot and sure enough he ducked my string. In the picture you can see a gash on his shoulder. This picture was taken 2 weeks later by another hunter out of a gun blind.
Well the next week I go back to the same stand and it's getting late and here he comes again. This time running a doe. They are in and out of the feeder pen. Finally he stands broad side at 32 yards. I make a horrible shot and hit him forward and high in the shoulder plat area. He walks off 30 yards. I can see him with the arrow in him. He stands there and shakes the arrow out and walks South and jumps the property fence. We go back and find a little blood and get permission to cross over the fence and look. No deer after 4 hours of looking.
The next week two of our other hunters are rattling and he shows up at 20 yards. They know it's him by the gash on his shoulder and his body size. They aren't going to shoot him because they wanted me to shoot him.
Well this would be the last encounter any of us had with him till today 5 years later. I hunted him and only him the rest of that year. I was disappointed to never see him again to say the least. But today's find put some great memories to rest.
We both sat down together along a creek on opposite sides of a fence. Some birds gobbled across the creek on his side of the fence. He said I am going after them. So I said get after it. I knew it had rained and the creek was up so I was just gonna sit still. He came back 5 minutes later unable to find a place to cross the creek. He had a set of horns with him.
He took off another direction after some other birds we had heard. 5 minutes later he fired on the birds and connected. One of the gobblers had 3 beards.
Well, while sitting there not so mad at the turkeys listening to him have a good time I grabbed the rack he had found and started looking at it. I said to myself I know this deer. It's ole Swiss Cheese. I am the only bow hunter on our place. I shot this deer two different times and never got him down. They named him Swiss Cheese cause all the holes I had put in him!
It was 5 years ago on the first day of the season I had my first encounter with this huge bodied deer walks in on me. I thought this deer weighs 250 pounds. I ve never seen anything like it. After watching him for 45 minutes I finally decided to shoot. He knew I was there or something was wrong so he was on high alert. I shot and sure enough he ducked my string. In the picture you can see a gash on his shoulder. This picture was taken 2 weeks later by another hunter out of a gun blind.
Well the next week I go back to the same stand and it's getting late and here he comes again. This time running a doe. They are in and out of the feeder pen. Finally he stands broad side at 32 yards. I make a horrible shot and hit him forward and high in the shoulder plat area. He walks off 30 yards. I can see him with the arrow in him. He stands there and shakes the arrow out and walks South and jumps the property fence. We go back and find a little blood and get permission to cross over the fence and look. No deer after 4 hours of looking.
The next week two of our other hunters are rattling and he shows up at 20 yards. They know it's him by the gash on his shoulder and his body size. They aren't going to shoot him because they wanted me to shoot him.
Well this would be the last encounter any of us had with him till today 5 years later. I hunted him and only him the rest of that year. I was disappointed to never see him again to say the least. But today's find put some great memories to rest.
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