Sunday morning started very slow. Not seeing my first deer til 9am, then I seen a nice buck chasing a doe past me about 80 yards another hour goes by with no other deer seen and my phone was blowing up all morning from guy’s shooting bucks left and right. I decided to get out of my ground blind and head for the top of the hill to see if I could see if that buck chasing the doe bedded in the crp grass. Sure enough there he was tending the doe at 200 yards!! The wind was right and it didn’t take me long to find myself closing the distance on this deer. I took off my pack and boots and slid into the standing corn leading to the last place I saw him. I stood at the spot looking into the grass trying to see where he had gone when I heard a grunt very,very close!! And in the cornfield with me now! I stood motionless until I seen a glimpse of him running and knocking down corn like a dump truck running back and forth and letting out the deepest grunts and growls I ever heard and then he turned and found himself at only 6 feet!Yes 6 feet!!! from the end of my Mathews, With the touch of my release the arrow went through the bucks heart and the beautiful mule kick was the last thing I seen
November 5, 2009 at 12:25 am
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