Saturday, November 27, 2010 – 22 degrees – 7:15 a.m.
Don’t look at the antlers!! Don’t look at the antlers!! Don’t look at the antlers!! That’s all I could think when I saw this ole boy step out. One look from his left side and I knew G4s and a G5 like he had made him a sure shooter.
Due to a drilling rig being in operation directly across from my blind/feeder in this area, I was sitting in a tripod over hand corn about 800 yards from my normal set up. I was seated in a 12’ tripod over two corn piles at 12 and 22 yards. At ten after 7:00, 2 does and a small 8pt showed up for breakfast. Shortly after these deer began eating, I heard a snort-wheeze/sick goat sound to my right and out walked my deer.
As I began readying myself for the shot, out walked a very dominant 10pt that decided the 12-yard corn pile would be his breakfast. After a quick clash of antlers, each buck found their respective dinner tables and began to eat. This testosterone-filled clash surely didn’t help me control my breathing (or the amount of fog-breath exiting my mouth from the 22 degree temps) and pick a spot!
My deer finally quartered away and I began to stretch the bow string. About ¾ of the way through my draw, the buck caught movement and wheeled around facing my direction. Quartering towards me and looking upward in my general direction, the buck didn’t seem too alarmed. I figured he didn’t see me and would turn back towards the corn after a few moments. WRONG! He must have seen something he didn’t like because his body language and facial expression changed in an instant. You know, the final tensing of muscles and wide-eyed “I see you” right before a deer bolts type of look. I didn’t give him another second and tapped the release with my pin centered on the front portion of his right shoulder. Any nervousness about the dreaded quartering towards shot faded quickly as I watched the lumenock disappear through his chest and stick in the west Texas dirt.
After a 50-yard death run with a flailing right shoulder, I watched my buck expire within sight. I immediately leapt from about half way up the tripod and covered the short distance in record (former offensive lineman) time! I sat in a state of shock for about 5 minutes holding the main frame 11pt while I sent one up to the man above. At a rough score of 160-1/8”, this free range buck is by far my best with any weapon.
In addition to taking my biggest buck ever, I was also lucky enough to be with my wife when she arrowed a big 6pt on Friday afternoon. It was an awesome weekend and I had plenty to be thankful for on Thanksgiving weekend.
Don’t look at the antlers!! Don’t look at the antlers!! Don’t look at the antlers!! That’s all I could think when I saw this ole boy step out. One look from his left side and I knew G4s and a G5 like he had made him a sure shooter.
Due to a drilling rig being in operation directly across from my blind/feeder in this area, I was sitting in a tripod over hand corn about 800 yards from my normal set up. I was seated in a 12’ tripod over two corn piles at 12 and 22 yards. At ten after 7:00, 2 does and a small 8pt showed up for breakfast. Shortly after these deer began eating, I heard a snort-wheeze/sick goat sound to my right and out walked my deer.
As I began readying myself for the shot, out walked a very dominant 10pt that decided the 12-yard corn pile would be his breakfast. After a quick clash of antlers, each buck found their respective dinner tables and began to eat. This testosterone-filled clash surely didn’t help me control my breathing (or the amount of fog-breath exiting my mouth from the 22 degree temps) and pick a spot!
My deer finally quartered away and I began to stretch the bow string. About ¾ of the way through my draw, the buck caught movement and wheeled around facing my direction. Quartering towards me and looking upward in my general direction, the buck didn’t seem too alarmed. I figured he didn’t see me and would turn back towards the corn after a few moments. WRONG! He must have seen something he didn’t like because his body language and facial expression changed in an instant. You know, the final tensing of muscles and wide-eyed “I see you” right before a deer bolts type of look. I didn’t give him another second and tapped the release with my pin centered on the front portion of his right shoulder. Any nervousness about the dreaded quartering towards shot faded quickly as I watched the lumenock disappear through his chest and stick in the west Texas dirt.
After a 50-yard death run with a flailing right shoulder, I watched my buck expire within sight. I immediately leapt from about half way up the tripod and covered the short distance in record (former offensive lineman) time! I sat in a state of shock for about 5 minutes holding the main frame 11pt while I sent one up to the man above. At a rough score of 160-1/8”, this free range buck is by far my best with any weapon.
In addition to taking my biggest buck ever, I was also lucky enough to be with my wife when she arrowed a big 6pt on Friday afternoon. It was an awesome weekend and I had plenty to be thankful for on Thanksgiving weekend.
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