I haven’t been on here much lately. I done screwed up and got myself a girlfriend and I have barely had time to prepare for hunting season, let alone chat about it on the net 
I did manage to make it out for a few sits though and it didn’t take long to kill the one and only buck that I intended on killing this season. Here’s the short version of what has been a long running tale between me and a buck named Tear drop.
I have a ton of history with this buck over the past 3 seasons. My dog and I have found his sheds the past two springs but this was the first season that I actually hunted for him.
I picked him up this summer on his feeding pattern in some soybeans, which of course switched up about a week and half before the wisconsin opener(soys turned). This left me with hunting spots where I knew he wasn’t but afforded me views of different parts of the farm….opening night I spotted him come out of a bedding area that he hasn’t used in years past. The monday after the opener a front was pushing through so I made a plan and walked in with my stand on my back. Monday was a bust with no sighting of him, just a few does and a 2 1/2 year old 8 point. I spent the next few nights sitting back from a distance and searching for him without any sightings.
With the moon being favorable, cool temps and a small weather front pushing through on Friday I had a hunch that it was going to be the night. The wind was from the north west, which was perfect for a stand that I hung last spring. I had hung the stand in anticipation of killing this buck based on where he bedded in the early season last year. I slipped in about 3 hours before dark and within minutes of sitting down I seen deer moving up the ridge from me. All told I seen at least 6 different young bucks and a handful of does moving towards a bean and alfalfa field. Around 6:45 I heard a twig snap behind me and I turned to see the buck that I call teardrop coming directly towards me. He walked in to 25 yards and paused, he heard something and I heard it too. A truck was driving slowly down the road to the west of us. He turned towards the truck and offered up a broadside shot. I took advantage of him being distracted and drew….only to find out that the tree I was sitting in prevented me from lining up the pin on his vitals. I let down and we both stood there for what had to of been 20 minutes. I was shaking, he was just looking and listening. Finally he nudged on and started on a trail the quarters past my stand at 15 yards. The shot angle was steep but I made good on it and put my arrow through both of his lungs. I watched him run and could see glimpses of him through the trees when he got out into the alfalfa field. He made it about 80 yards before I seen him flop over. He doesn’t score anything incredible but he’s a 5 1/2 year old with a ton of character, and the history that I have with him makes it one of the most memorable hunts I’ve ever had.
. Congratulations on a great ending to a good story. 
