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I am fortunate to be able to hunt out my back door. I killed this buck the 3rd night of the current season. There is no place like home!
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Fantastic buck! Congratulations, and nice turkey feather touch, too.
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What a beautiful buck! He had to get the heart pumpin’? Can’t wait for details! Congrats!
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Now we’re talking! That’s a buck – Great job
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Love those dark antlers. Congrats. Love to hear the story.
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What a nice deer! Congrats. I’ll bet there’s a taxidermist somewhere who just got some work.
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Strong work!! At least half my deer and more than that of my hunting comes from out the back door. I know that isn’t possible for everyone, but where it is possible, it makes good sense in every way.
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for those interested in details here goes………( the long version is over on tradgang on my blog 5 pines farm 2013)
Tt was the 3rd night of our season. I had been getting pictures of two bucks up in one of my clover fields on and off most of the summer. The bucks were so alike that I didn’t realize there were two of them until after the kill. With a SE wind forecasted I made my way to the stand. But upon arrival there was too much of an East component sending my scent stream out in to the clover. So ( I live in steep bluff country) I very quietly crossed to the opposite side of the bluff to another stand set very near bedding cover.
It was the first night in this stand. It was early 5 :15 or so and I heard a single stick crack from the direction of the heavy bedding cover. I stood and nocked an arrow. He appeared under one of the apple trees 25 yards distant. I thought it was the heavy 9 point with double short split brows.
I started my draw as he came out from under the apple tree. He caught me coming to anchor and jumped forward at my release. My arrow caught him right in front of his left hip! It buried to mid point. He crow hopped sideways and then slowly walked 15 yards out to a mowed firebreak. He stood there and kicked his left leg a couple of times. I looked away for a second to swear at my self and looked back and didn’t see him anymore. I heard him cough. But couldn’t see him. I sat down and dug out my bino’s and spent the next 45 minutes trying to find him out there on the edge of the field. Finally I couldn’t take it and I quietly climbed down, put an arrow to the string and crept forward. I was expecting to see him bedded and hoped he was facing the other direction so I might get a 2nd arrow in to him. I got to the firebreak, no buck. No Blood! Now I was really upset with myself. But then I spied antlers laying not 10 feet away in the chest high grass! He is a heavy 9 point with a single split brow, the other is bladed. The double brow buck I had nicknamed Mr. X was to fall two nights later to my next door neighbor up the valley
I was shooting a hill country bobcat with recurve limbs on it 46 lbs. a 606 grain arrow total weight with 300 up front ( a 100 grain brass insert and 200 grain double bevel wereolf made by7 Eclipse)
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I added this big to the larder Sunday am. I have decided i am a crack shot at 9 yards! 45 yard recovery
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