Iks....and there IS nuts in there!
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ImpalaSSpeed96
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Thanks guys, it was basically total luck! Story later but last day of my 12 out there!
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Now that I have a minute... As I said, not much of a story. I saw a shooter 8 the night before, about 130. Also the first one I had seen in 11 days... Passed some nice 2.5s, but I don't come to Ohio to shoot nice 2.5s... Anyway, the 8 had his own agenda, but the day was fantastic with chasing action.
Next morning, I'm back in the stand. A doe comes out right after first light and heads up the hill. I figure hmph, that's interesting, lone doe. 5 minutes later I hear steps in the leaves, then see rack. Bino's up, and I can't believe it, it's the big 8 again! Another buck comes out with him, and the 8 starts to follow where the doe went. I bleat at him and turn him. He gets about 45 out and is looking in my direction. Whatever it was, he and the little buck decide they don't like it and leave off up the hill. I thought, I can't believe this, he was coming right in, this sucks... Not 15 minutes later, I hear more steps coming from the thick stuff and I think no way another deer is coming out of there. Sure enough I see deer and then antler immediately. Throw the bino's up and all I see, literally, is shooter. Bino's were down in no less than two seconds of looking, and bow was in hand. Mistake he made was coming 10 yards closer before turning, exactly as the 8 had. He is at 35 I guess and meh! Stops right in front of a small tree with a hanging vine, directly in front of his vitals. I sit and think at full draw, what are the chances I hit that thing. I figure, way too good with a shooter behind it... So I wait and about 15 seconds, he starts walking. I let him take one step before giving him another meh! He's wide open at this point. I settle the pin, let fly, and watch the nocturnal disappear. He bolts, no thrashing. Shot looked fantastic, but I was still nervous. I ranged it, 40 yards... I set my slider at 32. I waited 20 minutes in the stand and heard deer start to blow from where he ran. I said, dead deer, time to go look at the arrow. Of course took minutes to even find the arrow. Blood was less than stellar the first 80 yards, causing me to just look for him twice before going back to blood. He must have stopped at some point, because the blood started to pour out after that. I easily followed the last 80 yards to him. Crazily, about 160 yards after the shot, I found the double lunged buck!
I grossly misjudged this buck. In fact, I thought he was a 130 inch 8 I had a picture of, honestly.... Even after he was on the ground, I called my buddy and told him, he's in the 130s, I don't know dude, he's just big.
I'm so thankful. I thanked him as the first thing, telling him this has been 17 years in the making. I walked about 60 yards back to get my things together and looked up at the beautiful sunrise and just dropped to my knees, thanking God for allowing this all to happen the way it did. So many of you guys work so hard for a deer like this and have no doubt, I know how lucky I am. Nothing was easy this trip, but nothing worthwhile ever is....
Next morning, I'm back in the stand. A doe comes out right after first light and heads up the hill. I figure hmph, that's interesting, lone doe. 5 minutes later I hear steps in the leaves, then see rack. Bino's up, and I can't believe it, it's the big 8 again! Another buck comes out with him, and the 8 starts to follow where the doe went. I bleat at him and turn him. He gets about 45 out and is looking in my direction. Whatever it was, he and the little buck decide they don't like it and leave off up the hill. I thought, I can't believe this, he was coming right in, this sucks... Not 15 minutes later, I hear more steps coming from the thick stuff and I think no way another deer is coming out of there. Sure enough I see deer and then antler immediately. Throw the bino's up and all I see, literally, is shooter. Bino's were down in no less than two seconds of looking, and bow was in hand. Mistake he made was coming 10 yards closer before turning, exactly as the 8 had. He is at 35 I guess and meh! Stops right in front of a small tree with a hanging vine, directly in front of his vitals. I sit and think at full draw, what are the chances I hit that thing. I figure, way too good with a shooter behind it... So I wait and about 15 seconds, he starts walking. I let him take one step before giving him another meh! He's wide open at this point. I settle the pin, let fly, and watch the nocturnal disappear. He bolts, no thrashing. Shot looked fantastic, but I was still nervous. I ranged it, 40 yards... I set my slider at 32. I waited 20 minutes in the stand and heard deer start to blow from where he ran. I said, dead deer, time to go look at the arrow. Of course took minutes to even find the arrow. Blood was less than stellar the first 80 yards, causing me to just look for him twice before going back to blood. He must have stopped at some point, because the blood started to pour out after that. I easily followed the last 80 yards to him. Crazily, about 160 yards after the shot, I found the double lunged buck!
I grossly misjudged this buck. In fact, I thought he was a 130 inch 8 I had a picture of, honestly.... Even after he was on the ground, I called my buddy and told him, he's in the 130s, I don't know dude, he's just big.
I'm so thankful. I thanked him as the first thing, telling him this has been 17 years in the making. I walked about 60 yards back to get my things together and looked up at the beautiful sunrise and just dropped to my knees, thanking God for allowing this all to happen the way it did. So many of you guys work so hard for a deer like this and have no doubt, I know how lucky I am. Nothing was easy this trip, but nothing worthwhile ever is....
