It's so easy a caveman can do it...yea well, I almost lost this one.
This would be the first season I was going to be able to hunt anything with antlers on this ranch and cull was the name of the game.
I knew I was going to be able to come back to San Angelo and hunt a cull buck but with family stuff and holidays coming up, I didn't know when I could get some quality hunting time in this last part of the season.
We knew a huge 4pt was coming in and eating everyday, but I had seen some broken horns that I had permission to stick because even with the broken horns their genetics weren't trophy. I slept kinda restless because I was arguing with myself that I didn't really care to shoot a 4pt, no matter if he was old or not. I just really wanted a unique buck that would look nice skull mounted. I knew though that that 4pt would come in just like he had been everyday and that he was better than not being able to shoot a cull at all-esp. since this was not the time to be picky with my first hard horned deer at this place.
After a full day of shopping-let's define this.
SHOPPING-browsing for things you might want to buy without prior thought.
BUYING-knowing what you need to buy and get'r done.
I was hoping for a quick outting of buying, but it turned into me being drug through stores while the lady shops. I'm a buyer, not a shopper.
Anyway, after a long morning of shopping I knew my reward was to get to hunt.
We get into the bow blind about 4pm, but the wind is blowing hard and nothing comes in until a little past 5. First a young buck with good potential, then two does. Next here comes a huge buck sans a partial broken right beam. I was cleared to drop him.
He was nervous because of the wind and wouldn't come into the feeder but lagged around spooking behind it. I tried to draw a few times but he wouldn't turn broadside. Why I say that I almost lost him was because he left the feeder a few times but came back-my luck. I was initially dissapointed because he left without offering a clean shot, but I don't want anything less.
Finally behind the feeder he turns broadside at 22yrds. I draw back and let the BH feed while the bow played some string music! I saw the buck bolt with my arrow sticking out of his heart, tail tucked.
I hadn't been this pumped in a long time because I had to sit patiently while knowing I was maybe going to get to shoot this buck. It makes the adrenalin pump harder when you have to think about it.
Less than 50yrds, he layed with a double lung and partial heart. He was a main frame 8, but with the busted right beam, he was a broken 7. He's going to make a great skull mount!
This would be the first season I was going to be able to hunt anything with antlers on this ranch and cull was the name of the game.
I knew I was going to be able to come back to San Angelo and hunt a cull buck but with family stuff and holidays coming up, I didn't know when I could get some quality hunting time in this last part of the season.
We knew a huge 4pt was coming in and eating everyday, but I had seen some broken horns that I had permission to stick because even with the broken horns their genetics weren't trophy. I slept kinda restless because I was arguing with myself that I didn't really care to shoot a 4pt, no matter if he was old or not. I just really wanted a unique buck that would look nice skull mounted. I knew though that that 4pt would come in just like he had been everyday and that he was better than not being able to shoot a cull at all-esp. since this was not the time to be picky with my first hard horned deer at this place.
After a full day of shopping-let's define this.
SHOPPING-browsing for things you might want to buy without prior thought.
BUYING-knowing what you need to buy and get'r done.
I was hoping for a quick outting of buying, but it turned into me being drug through stores while the lady shops. I'm a buyer, not a shopper.
Anyway, after a long morning of shopping I knew my reward was to get to hunt.
We get into the bow blind about 4pm, but the wind is blowing hard and nothing comes in until a little past 5. First a young buck with good potential, then two does. Next here comes a huge buck sans a partial broken right beam. I was cleared to drop him.
He was nervous because of the wind and wouldn't come into the feeder but lagged around spooking behind it. I tried to draw a few times but he wouldn't turn broadside. Why I say that I almost lost him was because he left the feeder a few times but came back-my luck. I was initially dissapointed because he left without offering a clean shot, but I don't want anything less.
Finally behind the feeder he turns broadside at 22yrds. I draw back and let the BH feed while the bow played some string music! I saw the buck bolt with my arrow sticking out of his heart, tail tucked.
I hadn't been this pumped in a long time because I had to sit patiently while knowing I was maybe going to get to shoot this buck. It makes the adrenalin pump harder when you have to think about it.
Less than 50yrds, he layed with a double lung and partial heart. He was a main frame 8, but with the busted right beam, he was a broken 7. He's going to make a great skull mount!
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