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Care to share the story of how you harvested this guy?
I sit in a ground blind constructed of dead logs. Each year the blind gets a new skirting of oak branch clippings in Oct when I help the land owner & good friend Bart Schwab, cut firewood. I’ve been sitting on this point since the 97′ season. The blind is situated on the point of a “Y” shaped series of ditches surrounded by 10-year fields on the ridges. Fingers if you will sticking into the field. The leg of the “Y” leads down into the deep woods where Bart’s brother Tony has a stand better than a 1/2 mile away. I’ve shot a number of smaller bucks and doe over the years off it. It really is a nice ambush location as trails convene, which lead to and from bedding sites.
On opening day 05′ I crawled into the blind well before the rooster crows. By 7:00 I had a fat doe come in from behind me. She had winded me and knew something wasn’t right well before I knew she was even present. I did have a shot at her but passed it up as it wasn’t a real good shot as she rather hastily angled back away. This exact event repeated itself no more than 30 minutes later. A smaller buck traveling the same direction as that doe winded me stomping his front feet and grunting in my direction before making a 180 and heading right back from where he came. You might be second guessing this spot as being a “good spot” at this point but the direction the deer were coming in from that morning is the weak point. Even facing that direction is challenging because of the grade of the land. The deer are on top of you before you have much of a chance to react. The lions share of deer I’ve seen/shot in this blind come from the other direction. At that…another hour had passed with only tomahawk red squirrels keeping me company before I swear my weak bladder was all but dripping from too much coffee that morning. I decided to get out of my blind and walk the ridge around the two finger points and find a new place to sit where I would have a better view of the trail the two previous deer came in on. This also gave me an opportunity to drain the main vein a little ways away from my target trails. By nine o’clock I was perched up against the base of a big ole ash tree facing my blind roughly 75 yards across the ditch in one of the fingers. Still huffing and puffing from the walk, I look up and there’s a doe using the same trail as the previous two deer heading in the same direction. She was skipping along at a pretty good pace obviously spooked by something, which I figure was me moving around. I didn’t shoot. 10 minutes later I hear Tony, situated down in the woods, shoot. The trail she was on comes out right down by him. I figured he dusted her. Another 10 minutes go by before I caught movement to my immediate left. A slow head turn in that direction and I about lost all bowel control! All I could focus on was head and towering antlers as he gingerly skipped along parallel to the direction I was facing some 50 yards to my left. It didn’t take but a couple of blinks and he was well out in front of me. As I was bringing the gun up he turned broad side and stopped dead in his tracks. He was just staring in the direction of my ground blind with nostrils flaring. I put the cross hairs on his chest with my mind recanting the infamous movie line “just squeezeeeeee the trigger Harley” (Harley Davidson & The Marlboro Man). In the last few seconds, the deer turned and looked right directly at me. I still recall that look of “oh sh~t” in his eyes! Didn’t even hear the gun shot but watched through the scope as the odd-six 180 grain hit the mark sending this big fella into a back ward summersault. Deer DOWN!
I sat down next to him shaking to bead hell replaying the events of that morning in my mind over and over as well as the past few months. Would if I would have stayed in my original blind? Would if I would have shot one of the previous deer that morning…would have this big fella still come out? It was Nov 19th. We buried my dad on August 19th that year. My son was born Oct 19th that year. That’s about the time Tony emerged huffing and puffing out of the woods yelling “did you see him”? “Did you get him”? Not to run this out any longer, but the single shot I heard 10 minutes before this guy came into view…the same shot I thought Tony blasted that doe was actually tossed at this buck. There was only one bullet hole in the fella though. The one that took out his heart.