Since my kids have been whacking good deer lately, I let them sleep in and snuck into one of my tripods this morning in Burnet County. Wind was blowing hard from the west, so It was decent for this location.
Slipped in and put out some hand corn and waited for daylight. It seemed to take forever for it to get light, but eventually it did and I became even more concerned the deer wouldn’t move because the wind was now blowing even harder.
After about 30 minutes of light, I finally caught the glint of sunlight off antlers to my west. Grabbed my binos and could tell it’s a buck I had been watching all summer, I called Fat 10. He’s only about 45 yards out, but doesn’t seem very committed. He walks about 5 yards closer, before breaking my heart and taking a right turn into the brush and walking out of sight.
A minute or two later, a pair of does come in on a trail straight south of me. Guess who is directly behind them, nose to the ground? Yep, Fat 10. He follows the does straight in to the hand corn at 20 yards. I’m getting ready to draw and another pair of does come in.
After checking all of the does, he finally settles down on the hand corn and gives me a broadside shot. Complete pass through and as he runs off I can see blood pouring out both sides. Within seconds I hear him crash in the brush and know he’s done.
Not the biggest buck we’ve taken on our place, but he’s a mature, small acreage, low fence, Hill Country deer taken with a bow.
The bottom pic was from this summer, and how he earned his name.
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Slipped in and put out some hand corn and waited for daylight. It seemed to take forever for it to get light, but eventually it did and I became even more concerned the deer wouldn’t move because the wind was now blowing even harder.
After about 30 minutes of light, I finally caught the glint of sunlight off antlers to my west. Grabbed my binos and could tell it’s a buck I had been watching all summer, I called Fat 10. He’s only about 45 yards out, but doesn’t seem very committed. He walks about 5 yards closer, before breaking my heart and taking a right turn into the brush and walking out of sight.
A minute or two later, a pair of does come in on a trail straight south of me. Guess who is directly behind them, nose to the ground? Yep, Fat 10. He follows the does straight in to the hand corn at 20 yards. I’m getting ready to draw and another pair of does come in.
After checking all of the does, he finally settles down on the hand corn and gives me a broadside shot. Complete pass through and as he runs off I can see blood pouring out both sides. Within seconds I hear him crash in the brush and know he’s done.
Not the biggest buck we’ve taken on our place, but he’s a mature, small acreage, low fence, Hill Country deer taken with a bow.
The bottom pic was from this summer, and how he earned his name.
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