His & Her Story
My wife and I started looking for bucks in early June. I had a decent 2 point walking by a trailcam every morning for months and I was able to get a pretty good pattern on him. On the third day of the hunt I got up early and hiked into the blind as quietly as possible. I had been sitting in my blind for about an hour and a half when I heard a deer sniffing behind me. I froze and clutched my Mathews Solocam. It came in real slowly. When I finally got eyes on it, it was too dark to see if it had horns or not so I waited. It was very cautious. It seemed like every time I blinked, it would stop walking and look right at me. Finally the horizon started to light up and i could see horns but since it was in thick brush, I couldn’t tell if it was a decent buck or not. I was expecting it to be the two point I had seen all summer.
The buck moved through the thick brush, headed for a clearing so i pulled my bow back. Just then the buck jumped behind a fallen tree. I had no shot and I had to release my draw. I tried with everything that I had to release my draw quietly. As soon as I let it go there was a sharp pain in my shoulder and I thought to myself, damn, I’m not going to be able to draw again. I waited for 2 minutes, frozen, watching the buck slowly move away from me behind a fallen tree. All I could see was the white on his neck. The buck shifted its head nervously and I decided I needed to act now or never. I pushed through the pain in my shoulder, drew and released. It was a hit.
I listened to the buck run until I could no longer hear him, then I went to look for my arrow. No arrow and no blood. I waited for 45 minutes then hit the tracks. I was able to find some blood about 90 yards from where I stuck him. He ran for about 1000 yards and then slowed to a walk. I was finding a drop of blood about every 20 yards. I lost the blood trail and the tracks and was feeling like a poor tracker. I asked for a little help through prayer and I got the feeling that I needed to do some big circles back where I lost the trail. I hiked up a really steep hill and was searching the area through my binos when I saw him. I was expecting a decent 2 point. What I saw was massive horns sticking up from the brush. After I hiked down to him, I was at a loss for words. After years of trial and error I finally bagged a trophy buck! Special thanks to my wife Bri for supporting my expensive habit and to my cousin Randy for knowing exactly what to do with a trophy buck.
I spotted my buck coming into a water hole at about 65 yards. The forest was dry and loud. I moved as quietly as I could trying to get a little closer. At first the wind was in my favor and I was able to sneak within 30 yards, then the wind shifted and gave me away. The buck snorted a few times telling me he could smell me but not see me. I was crouched behind a large ponderosa tree trying not to make a sound. I drew my bow and stepped out for a shot. The arrow went in through the chest and out between the ribs, he then ran out of sight. I went to find my arrow when I heard the buck running right back at me! It had ran in a circle and was now charging right at me. About 10 yards from me it fell and it stayed down. I was standing there shaking thrilled at what had just happened. This was an unforgettable hunt for my husband and I. I can't wait until next year!