shadowpeople
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Gotta warn ya... got kinda long winded...
Well it has been a really long fall semester at ISU and just when I thought I was about to loose my hair... I realize that it is Thanksgiving break. This is probably one of my favorite times of the year with the bucks out and about and I have some great hunting buddies in my roommates. One roommate in particular grew up on a farm in Clayton county and us three roommates have a tradition of going to his place and hunting the first part of break. Needless to say I am grateful for everything he does by letting us hunt out there with him and giving us such a great opportunity. He has really managed his bucks well and we got to see some real nice deer out there.
So, on to the hunt. Friday was our first day of hunting and the bucks were in serious lockdown just like last year. Buddy got a call from a friend and says there are five huge bucks chasing one doe right below his house in the pasture so we get down and try to figure out where these bucks are and can't find them at first. But, we did find evidence of two bucks who decided to fight on the gravel road with hoof marks everywhere just tearing up the road. We ended up finding the bucks and there were at least three in there that were over 150. Needless to say we were pretty excited. Didn't see a whole lot that night though.
Saturday morning comes around and I get to sit in one of my favorite of his stands. It is set up on a hilltop with a little bit of open area that has a valley in front of and behind the stand with a cornfield off to the left. About 7:30 I manage to catch a glimpse of a deer with antlers about 80 yards away across the valley so I hit the can a couple times and gave him a grunt or two. He turned and came right for me. I lost him in some brush so I gave a couple more grunts. A split second later he is coming out of the brush 30 yards away! I grab my bow and he comes right for the tree. He skirts off at the last minute and I have him broadside at ten yards. I drew and let the arrow go and hit one lung and almost every artery going to the heart as he only ran about 40 yards and I watched him tumble in the brush that he mysteriously appeared from.
The next half hour was probably the longest half hour of my life as many of you know what I am talking about. I have never been as shaken up by anything as I was from the events that had just unfolded. This is my first decent buck with a bow and couldn't be happier with him. He scores 132 gross with g2's at ten inches and nine inches. The base on the good side was nearly five inches around. He has scars and gashes all over his face from fighting. We guessed him at a 4.5 or 5.5 year old deer.
Well it has been a really long fall semester at ISU and just when I thought I was about to loose my hair... I realize that it is Thanksgiving break. This is probably one of my favorite times of the year with the bucks out and about and I have some great hunting buddies in my roommates. One roommate in particular grew up on a farm in Clayton county and us three roommates have a tradition of going to his place and hunting the first part of break. Needless to say I am grateful for everything he does by letting us hunt out there with him and giving us such a great opportunity. He has really managed his bucks well and we got to see some real nice deer out there.
So, on to the hunt. Friday was our first day of hunting and the bucks were in serious lockdown just like last year. Buddy got a call from a friend and says there are five huge bucks chasing one doe right below his house in the pasture so we get down and try to figure out where these bucks are and can't find them at first. But, we did find evidence of two bucks who decided to fight on the gravel road with hoof marks everywhere just tearing up the road. We ended up finding the bucks and there were at least three in there that were over 150. Needless to say we were pretty excited. Didn't see a whole lot that night though.
Saturday morning comes around and I get to sit in one of my favorite of his stands. It is set up on a hilltop with a little bit of open area that has a valley in front of and behind the stand with a cornfield off to the left. About 7:30 I manage to catch a glimpse of a deer with antlers about 80 yards away across the valley so I hit the can a couple times and gave him a grunt or two. He turned and came right for me. I lost him in some brush so I gave a couple more grunts. A split second later he is coming out of the brush 30 yards away! I grab my bow and he comes right for the tree. He skirts off at the last minute and I have him broadside at ten yards. I drew and let the arrow go and hit one lung and almost every artery going to the heart as he only ran about 40 yards and I watched him tumble in the brush that he mysteriously appeared from.
The next half hour was probably the longest half hour of my life as many of you know what I am talking about. I have never been as shaken up by anything as I was from the events that had just unfolded. This is my first decent buck with a bow and couldn't be happier with him. He scores 132 gross with g2's at ten inches and nine inches. The base on the good side was nearly five inches around. He has scars and gashes all over his face from fighting. We guessed him at a 4.5 or 5.5 year old deer.
