Well, I failed to seal the deal on what would have been a classic story...
This morning was my second ever deer hunt in WV. Back in 2015, I made my first sit on the same piece of ground, which is 350+ acres of former Mead-Westvaco ground. My best friend has been a member since he was a kid, his dad a member since he was a kid, so it's a honor to hunt a piece of land that's meant so much to another hunting family. On that hunt I sat on the opposite side of the holler from where I sat today and saw a doe with two fawns. Only having a buck tag, no shots were fired from my borrowed rifle. Today, I toted my shotgun and sat in a spot that reminded me a lot of my favorite gun spot on this side of the river. Creek bottom narrowed to my left, then opened in to an overgrown swampy area at the Y of the bottom. Nice bedding to my right and plenty of shots 100 yards and in. With a bumper crop of acorns, deer movement has been condensed for them this year, so I wasn't expecting a parade of deer. Well as luck would have it, there was a parade of deer on the shelf above me where my buddy sat! He saw 11 deer before I saw my first, and only. Just goes to show how you can be so close, yet so far away!
My hunt was uneventful until 9 when I had to drop a mad growler, so I still hunted my way back around the rock face where I could watch a different side holler. After I took care of business, I decided I liked that spot better, so I set up shop (upwind) and set to glassing the new territory in front of me. Most of the morning I could easily envision I buck strolling up the creek bottom, hitting the very fresh scrape under the beech tree at the Y of the hollers, giving me a chip shot with the 11-87. At 11:09, I'd had enough and decided I need to stretch my legs. I gathered up my gear and made it about 15 yards before I stopped and looked back down the holler. Immediately I spotted the ass end of a deer. Throwing up my binos, I see it has a rack and is slowly working my way. So I ease back to a nice white oak tree so I can rest my glasses (or gun if need be) and try to figure out what's coming my way.
As soon as I laid eyes on his rack, I knew it was the legend I was after: a true WV 11-point. So much so, it took several minutes to determine whether his legendary status was legal or not. After determining he was sporting the sharpest set of 5" ice pick antlers I had ever seen, I also determined that as much as I'd love for him to represent my first WV deer, the drag out really said otherwise. After all, we'd need handles to get one outta that holler and he wasn't carrying anything other than chop sticks! lmao