Here's mine......
My brother came in from CA to hunt on me and my dad's lease. My dad asked me to give him my stand on opening morning of rifle season.
I did it, but I didn't like it.
I hunted about 3/4 mile away and all I saw was a spike. At about 8:00 I heard a shot from the direction of my stand. At about 8:30 I heard another.
I hunted for about another hour and went back to camp. Here's what I learned.....My brother had shot a decent 7 point out of my stand at 8:00.
then......when my dad walked over from his stand to check it out he shot a big 6 point about 30 yards from my stand.
I was sick. I hadn't killed a buck in a while and would have taken the 7.
I ain't gonna lie.......I was sulled up. I sat around just sick about it until about 1:00.
I couldn't decide where to go I was so disgusted. I made a seemingly bone-head move. I went to my stand, the same stand where both bucks had been taken that morning. My favorite spot.
Instead of walking in how I always did, I eased down a creek bed for a long ways and snuck into my stand.
I hung up my gun and pack, took out my rangefinder and started checking yardages. I was looking directly behind my tree and saw a doe in the rangefinder about 75 yds out, in a brushy creek. She started moving to my right and I saw a deer behind her. I kept looking and saw some antler through the thicket. He kept moving right and I saw drop tines........(that's when I started shaking).
I pulled up my gun and waited....they bolted out of the creek and through a thicket. I looked ahead of them and saw a gap. She passed through......a few seconds later he did....boom!, he kept running.......boom! He crashed about 100 yds away.
I went from sadness, to utter depression to the top of the world! It's still the best deer I've ever taken.
I learned a lot that day about not letting things get to me.
173 2/8" Gross.
My brother came in from CA to hunt on me and my dad's lease. My dad asked me to give him my stand on opening morning of rifle season.
I did it, but I didn't like it.I hunted about 3/4 mile away and all I saw was a spike. At about 8:00 I heard a shot from the direction of my stand. At about 8:30 I heard another.
I hunted for about another hour and went back to camp. Here's what I learned.....My brother had shot a decent 7 point out of my stand at 8:00.
then......when my dad walked over from his stand to check it out he shot a big 6 point about 30 yards from my stand. I was sick. I hadn't killed a buck in a while and would have taken the 7.
I ain't gonna lie.......I was sulled up. I sat around just sick about it until about 1:00.
I couldn't decide where to go I was so disgusted. I made a seemingly bone-head move. I went to my stand, the same stand where both bucks had been taken that morning. My favorite spot.
Instead of walking in how I always did, I eased down a creek bed for a long ways and snuck into my stand.
I hung up my gun and pack, took out my rangefinder and started checking yardages. I was looking directly behind my tree and saw a doe in the rangefinder about 75 yds out, in a brushy creek. She started moving to my right and I saw a deer behind her. I kept looking and saw some antler through the thicket. He kept moving right and I saw drop tines........(that's when I started shaking).
I pulled up my gun and waited....they bolted out of the creek and through a thicket. I looked ahead of them and saw a gap. She passed through......a few seconds later he did....boom!, he kept running.......boom! He crashed about 100 yds away.
I went from sadness, to utter depression to the top of the world! It's still the best deer I've ever taken.
I learned a lot that day about not letting things get to me.
173 2/8" Gross.
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