Had my chance at the biggest buck ever last night. Story goes like this.
After seeing 4 deer in the 140-150 class on the last day of muzzelloader season last year I decided to spend this summer putting a lot of effort into my up coming bow hunting season. All my land is on top of the bluff with very little lower valley hunting. Which means to means of water. SO this year I put three ponds in on the land. Made some small trails leading to each. Put up my stands near each one. Because of the warm falls the last couple of years, the outfitters around us have been shooting all there P&Y class deer near the water. I’m set now right…
Yep….Just like invisioned, I have been working this one buck for the couple of months. I had it down perfect. On northwest winds nights he would use the pine trees next to pond for his access to the water and his NEW scrape line on the trail I made. On south winds he would use the bulldozer trail coming into it. Three different times he used these scenarios. Those first three times my stand was in the wrong location. A new adjustment in location and I will have him dialed in.
First night after switch…..Those dang does moved into to the area and out and too late to get a shot. Dang Females. It would of been after hours anyway.
Second night…Wind from the south…He’s gonna use the bulldozer trail tonight. Yep…there he is..He’s coming in on a string. He had no care in the world. He is now 30yards away. Not one care in the world. This deer is huge…His body goes all the way up into his neck, if that is even what you call a neck rather than an extension of just his body. In fact, I can see a ring around his neck. I have now called him Ringo. He is a 10pt. 20″ spread. He is not the 140 anymore of last year. He is now the 160ish class. WOW!
Ringo decides to take a drink of water. I let him because I have no other option with him facing and drinking right at me. He looks up!…. OH Sh1t!… 
Nope he didn’t see me. 
Goes back down for another drink… 
Thank god! He’s done..great here it is. It is do or die now. He start walking closer. Right to were the trail starts that I made. This can’t be so true!…O wait! I am dreaming right!…Now is the time I’m gonna wake up right!…I’m not waking up! He is at 20yards away! Well I better pull back so I can wake up! Oh NO! My grunt call can be in the way…Oh no! it hit the side of the bow…Ringo leaps, where are you going! Ringo stops on the other side of the pond where he first got his first drink of water and looks back. I am at full draw. He’s gotta be at 31-32 yards. The other side of the pond is 27 yards. He stops and looks back..not sure if it was at me or just in the area. I have been dead on all year. All the way out to 35 yards. However I always adjust the bar up and down when I went out that far. I can’t now that I am at full draw. I put the pin on top of his back. This has gotta be it. The release….the delivery……Direct hit………………to the ground! What!!! And there he was GONE!
So now you know the story will he ever come back? I had him so patterned out it was pathetic. Will he be affraid of that pond? Thoughts…He didn’t go away bounding but just ran.
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