Well for the last 4 years I have passed on dozens of bucks waiting for "the right one". I firmly believe in passing younger deer and letting them grow. The last two years I had missed two 2 bucks with my bow. The so called "Buck Fever" had gotten the best of me. Well tonight, it finally happened, and I put an arrow thru a nice 3.5 year old 10 pointer that I have hundreds of trail camera pics. Saturday morning I woke up, and decided to not go out. The 20 mph winds on Friday night had got the best of me and I was not going to sit through it again. So well the older men of the family were harvesting corn throughout the day, I drove around, checked cameras, and just messed around. I was tired as I didn't get a good night sleep the night before so I decided to take a nap. All of sudden at 2:40 I hear the door open. It was my dad saying, "Tommy, get your *** up in a tree as I didn't come down here for you to sleep". So I quickly got dressed, got my gear ready and headed up to a stand. Once I got to the stand, it was pretty quite for 15 minutes until a flock of hen turkeys were messing around about 150 yards away. So I watched them for an hour before the first fawn came out. Then followed four bucks that ranged from two-four pointers. They were pushing the dawn around and messing around when two other fawns came right under my tree. So there was a total of seven deer out in the field when I see something come out of the woods 200 yards away. It was a buck that I was going to shoot but I didn't know how big. My binoculars were in my backpack and I wasn't going to reach for them. He worked his way to about 90 yards and stopped and ate from some left over standing rows of beans. About 5 minutes later he started to look like he was going to walk in the other direction. By this time, two more smaller bucks had appeared to my right. So I hit my grunt call four times and boom. The buck started walking towards those other two smaller bucks. The only thing between him and the smaller bucks was me. He came to 25 yards and I stopped him, released an arrow and I knew it was a great shot. He went crashing into the woods and I heard him thrashing and I knew he was down. So I got down checked my arrow, and the blood was very good. So I called my dad who was out hauling wagons of corn and he met me right away. We got some flashlights and we were off. We went the sight of the shot and it was getting dark so we were trying to intercept where he went into the woods. About 20 minutes later we finally found blood. I was very nervous and started second guessing my shot. Trickle by trickle, we kept finding blood for about 100 yards. Then it just stopped... For 5 minutes we couldn't find any blood and I got scared. All of sudden 10 yards away my dad yelled, "Tommy I found him!". It was bigger than I thought it was when j shot and I soon realized that it is a buck that I have hundreds of pictures of. So with the help of my dad and Uncle we got the buck out. This is my first buck and second archery kill. Third deer of the season for me. My dad offered to let me get a shoulder mount but I still am undecided. The pictures aren't the best but we're taking some more in the morning. Overall, I couldn't have asked for a better bow season!
Awesome job and congratulations! That's a great buck, whether its your 1st or your 30th. A lot of guys never even see a buck that big. You should definitely be proud of that one.
Congratulations young man. That is an awesome buck, and a dandy first buck for sure. You take your Dad up on his offer to put that buck on the wall. It's your FIRST BOW KILL BUCK.........if you don't, you will regret it.
Awesome buck! You should print out the story you just typed about shooting him and the photos you took, put them in an envelope and staple it to the backside of the mount, so you and others will be able to read about it. You'll forget the tiny details of that day as time goes by and you get older even though it doesn't seem so much like it right now.
