QBD2
Old Mossy Horns
Well, a gross P&Y anyway, he ain't got the symmetry to stay there. Not that it matters...
Haven't been hunting much at all this year, think that was my 5th sit of the season. I don't have the time I used to, and it's been so hot I haven't cared. Had a few cams out in the last couple weeks, but nothing special showed up. Until I checked the cam down by the old beaver swamp...
I checked the cam Saturday morn, and had a video from Friday of 2 bucks. Front buck was grainy, but I could tell enough Most all the videos on that cam were in the daylight, so I figured that area needed hunting. I didn't chance it Saturday, as hot as it was, then I slept in Sunday and took the (9 months pregnant)wife to lunch.
Headed over to Pops around 2, and after we cleaned up a few trees in prep for ML season, we made a plan. Pops hunted one side of the creek, and I the other, about 200 yards apart. I jumped 2 walking in, and had 3 more feed thru while I was looking a tree.
Found a crooked poplar on the edge of an oak and beech flat, 60 yds up the hill from the creek, and had to go to 25ft to get cover. Got settled in a few min after 5, and proceeded to go nearly skirl deaf. The wind was a little wonky, but it laid about 6.
20 min after 6, and he just appears at 40yds, easing down the creek bottom and picking up an occasional akern. I looked and looked out in front of him, trying to find a hole I could get an arrow thru.
But he had other plans. He did the one thing that big deer rarely do....he hung a left and headed for a hole I could drive a dump truck thru...
He walked behind a clump of small maples, and I know that's when I drew, though I dont remember actually drawing my bow. I had missile lock as horns, then neck, then shoulder walked out into that opening at 25 steps...
The softest EERRT I could manage and his head snapped up...I can still see that OH $#!# look on his face, but it was to late as I watched that blue flash disappear behind his shoulder. He jumped about 9 feet straight up and kicked, and hit the ground running flat out. He made it across the creek and into some 10 year old pines, and I heard the crash.
My best bowkill, and my best live weight at 193lbs
Haven't been hunting much at all this year, think that was my 5th sit of the season. I don't have the time I used to, and it's been so hot I haven't cared. Had a few cams out in the last couple weeks, but nothing special showed up. Until I checked the cam down by the old beaver swamp...
I checked the cam Saturday morn, and had a video from Friday of 2 bucks. Front buck was grainy, but I could tell enough Most all the videos on that cam were in the daylight, so I figured that area needed hunting. I didn't chance it Saturday, as hot as it was, then I slept in Sunday and took the (9 months pregnant)wife to lunch.
Headed over to Pops around 2, and after we cleaned up a few trees in prep for ML season, we made a plan. Pops hunted one side of the creek, and I the other, about 200 yards apart. I jumped 2 walking in, and had 3 more feed thru while I was looking a tree.
Found a crooked poplar on the edge of an oak and beech flat, 60 yds up the hill from the creek, and had to go to 25ft to get cover. Got settled in a few min after 5, and proceeded to go nearly skirl deaf. The wind was a little wonky, but it laid about 6.
20 min after 6, and he just appears at 40yds, easing down the creek bottom and picking up an occasional akern. I looked and looked out in front of him, trying to find a hole I could get an arrow thru.
But he had other plans. He did the one thing that big deer rarely do....he hung a left and headed for a hole I could drive a dump truck thru...
He walked behind a clump of small maples, and I know that's when I drew, though I dont remember actually drawing my bow. I had missile lock as horns, then neck, then shoulder walked out into that opening at 25 steps...
The softest EERRT I could manage and his head snapped up...I can still see that OH $#!# look on his face, but it was to late as I watched that blue flash disappear behind his shoulder. He jumped about 9 feet straight up and kicked, and hit the ground running flat out. He made it across the creek and into some 10 year old pines, and I heard the crash.
My best bowkill, and my best live weight at 193lbs