I took this buck on November 11th at 9:15 AM. I started my two weeks of hunting vacation last Friday. The begining of the first week was great, saw lots a bucks including some real hogs. I figured the hunting was only going to get better. By the following Thursday evening, the temps soared and the wind changed to the south. I had some spots for a south wind but they really didnt seem to be producing anything. On Thursday afternoon I decided I was going to just start walking until I found a new spot that looked good. By 2:30 PM I was settled in to what I thought looked like an unbelievable area. The night was slow, saw a few small bucks and a half dozen does. I was a little disappointed to say the least. The following morning I decided to head back to the same spot. It just looked to good not to have a good buck go through there. It was an early morning as it takes an hour and a half to get back to the spot. By 9 AM I had seen a flicker of a fawns tail in the brush. The morning was shaping up to be another bust. At quarter after nine, I hear crashing in the brush behind me; a spot that I was sure no deer would try to come through. This was followed by some of the most impressive roaring/grunting I had ever heard. The comotion kept coming closer until finally a doe burst from the thick cover. She was twenty yards but quickly ran back into the cover as a 130 class buck followed her out. I couldnt believe this was the buck I heard making all that noise. It was then that I heard the deep grunt again. No sooner did I look back when this buck charged out. He was running full tilt right at me. He immediately turned after the doe and cut back into the ten foot high horseweed. He was quartering away and had a full head of steam. I bleated as loud as I could and the buck slowed to a stutter step. I put the pin a little back and let him have it. I knew as soon as I shot that the arrow was dead on and that he wasnt going anywhere.
The whole event from the sighting to the shot couldnt have taken more then a few seconds. I saw the big brows, and from the picture, I think you can see what my decision was. I called all my hunting buddies to say I shot a buck. Everyone asked me how big he was and the best I could come up with was somewhere between 150 and 180, I honestly had no idea what I had shot. All I knew was that I was pumped; one for making the shot and two for having all the pressure and stress released in one moment. It was a great hunt, he only ran another 75 yards and crashed. Main frame nine with a kicker off of the G2. He ended up grossing 154.
The whole event from the sighting to the shot couldnt have taken more then a few seconds. I saw the big brows, and from the picture, I think you can see what my decision was. I called all my hunting buddies to say I shot a buck. Everyone asked me how big he was and the best I could come up with was somewhere between 150 and 180, I honestly had no idea what I had shot. All I knew was that I was pumped; one for making the shot and two for having all the pressure and stress released in one moment. It was a great hunt, he only ran another 75 yards and crashed. Main frame nine with a kicker off of the G2. He ended up grossing 154.
