gundog870
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So this all started back in July when I had a big buck that showed up on the first card pull.
The summer went on and I continued to get pics of this big 8 and kept forwarding them to my dad. We both knew that he needed a name, and Williams was born (best buck on the farm, dad thinks Ted Williams is the greatest player ever, so it stuck).
Other than the first pic, I never got a daytime pic of him, but I new where his bedroom was, and what his routine was based on the cams I ran.
I sat 2 sits in early October on the farm on a high point observing over a cornfield, just to keep from going crazy, but other than that, I just checked cams, and he just kept up with his routine. I kept waiting for him to show up during the day, and it never did happen.
This is a video:
But he stayed on his routine, and I was waiting until it felt right to slip in on him.
I was on the road at 5 Sunday morning and sitting in the farm driveway at 540 watching 4 does work out of the cornfield in the head lights. I got dressed and headed straight up the mountain. My thought process was that it was too early In the season to risk sneaking into his bedding area, and so if he was still on his feet I could maybe catch him at his typcal last stop before heading there. When I got to the top of the hill, I was met by two yearlings right under the stand, that snorted at me the entire time I climbed into the tree and stayed about 20 yards away until it got light. They eventually worked down the ridge only to be chased back to me by a coyote. Shortly after that, another doe worked her way through and then things got quiet. I about fell out of the tree when I looked up at 8:06 and saw Williams walking right down the cattle path like he has done a million times before.
He was coming right at me and was going to go by me at 15 yards when another buck popped up over the hill. He made a 90 degree turn to go check that buck out. I panicked and drew immediately, and simultaneously Murped to stop him. He stopped right before the multi floral rose. My slider was set on 22 yards and I knew he was at least 30 so I held a little high and let it rip. I heard the sound of the chest cavity and he took off.
I was a little nervous that I shot low because him being at 34 yards, and I just held my 22 yard single pin high, so I backed out until 1 PM.
We came back to find good blood.
The blood was easy to follow, and we never had to stop, but it just didn't look like an ax murder seen like I had hoped. We made it about 80 yards past where he stopped and found a bed and my heart sank. We stood there for a few minutes, talked about it and decided that since the blood trail leaving the bed was old he was probably just uncomfortable and moved. Another 20 yards, a bed, another twenty yards, a bed.
He made it a little farther than I would have thought but dead is dead!
This shot, almost perfect broadside, with a touch of quartering too. Back bottom of lungs with liver, but still exited in the ribs. Absolutely crazy how far these deer can go.
Hero shots.
After a lot of deer in the garage, this is the first recovery my wife has been on. It was interesting to say the least, but that's a whole 'nother story.
The summer went on and I continued to get pics of this big 8 and kept forwarding them to my dad. We both knew that he needed a name, and Williams was born (best buck on the farm, dad thinks Ted Williams is the greatest player ever, so it stuck).
Other than the first pic, I never got a daytime pic of him, but I new where his bedroom was, and what his routine was based on the cams I ran.
I sat 2 sits in early October on the farm on a high point observing over a cornfield, just to keep from going crazy, but other than that, I just checked cams, and he just kept up with his routine. I kept waiting for him to show up during the day, and it never did happen.
This is a video:
But he stayed on his routine, and I was waiting until it felt right to slip in on him.
I was on the road at 5 Sunday morning and sitting in the farm driveway at 540 watching 4 does work out of the cornfield in the head lights. I got dressed and headed straight up the mountain. My thought process was that it was too early In the season to risk sneaking into his bedding area, and so if he was still on his feet I could maybe catch him at his typcal last stop before heading there. When I got to the top of the hill, I was met by two yearlings right under the stand, that snorted at me the entire time I climbed into the tree and stayed about 20 yards away until it got light. They eventually worked down the ridge only to be chased back to me by a coyote. Shortly after that, another doe worked her way through and then things got quiet. I about fell out of the tree when I looked up at 8:06 and saw Williams walking right down the cattle path like he has done a million times before.
He was coming right at me and was going to go by me at 15 yards when another buck popped up over the hill. He made a 90 degree turn to go check that buck out. I panicked and drew immediately, and simultaneously Murped to stop him. He stopped right before the multi floral rose. My slider was set on 22 yards and I knew he was at least 30 so I held a little high and let it rip. I heard the sound of the chest cavity and he took off.
I was a little nervous that I shot low because him being at 34 yards, and I just held my 22 yard single pin high, so I backed out until 1 PM.
We came back to find good blood.
The blood was easy to follow, and we never had to stop, but it just didn't look like an ax murder seen like I had hoped. We made it about 80 yards past where he stopped and found a bed and my heart sank. We stood there for a few minutes, talked about it and decided that since the blood trail leaving the bed was old he was probably just uncomfortable and moved. Another 20 yards, a bed, another twenty yards, a bed.
He made it a little farther than I would have thought but dead is dead!
This shot, almost perfect broadside, with a touch of quartering too. Back bottom of lungs with liver, but still exited in the ribs. Absolutely crazy how far these deer can go.
Hero shots.
After a lot of deer in the garage, this is the first recovery my wife has been on. It was interesting to say the least, but that's a whole 'nother story.
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