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Post by broncbuster2 on Feb 9, 2008 6:39:05 GMT -5
What is your most memorable sucess story, The one that you are most proud of, and think of when you look at a mount, or see a smile on someone's face?
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Post by broncbuster2 on Feb 12, 2008 18:06:12 GMT -5
Nobody has a good story for me?
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Post by gd3006 on Feb 13, 2008 0:48:13 GMT -5
bronc,
Probably the most memorable, other than my sister's 1st deer, would be the hunt that I goofed up several times, and still wound up with the largest buck I've ever taken. To start off, I'd never hunted that particular piece of property before, or even set foot on the place. My friend and I actually flipped a coin to see who would hunt which part of the woods. After walking in to my hunting area, I got my climber set up, and got as high as I could in that particular tree. When I went to pull up my bow - no string. It had "untied itself" from the stand, and was laying in a pile on my bow at the base of the tree. So... back down the tree, re-tie the string to my stand, back up the tree, and finally pull up my bow. Then I settled in. 15 minutes later, I had a young 8 point within 10 or 15 yards of the tree. He just browsed around the area, with no real apparent direction. I was focused on watching him, and 5 minutes after he appeared, I heard a stick crack in front of my stand. When I looked up, there was a big 10 point standing 25 yards in front of my stand on the edge of the clearing I was watching. As he was facing me, I didn't have a shot, and had to sit and watch him for 5 - 10 minutes as he surveyed the area. The he turned, and started walking away. He hit a shooting lane at 30 yards, and I immediately came to full draw, settled my pin behind his shoulder, and sent the arrow on its way. It passed just inches under his chest, and hit the forest floor. He immediately jumped, and ran off about 40 yards back into the brush, then stopped. As I sat there, feeling numb, I noticed that the 8 point was still standing to my left, oblivious to what had just happened. He slowly worked his way out of sight to the left, towards a deep creek bed. After another 10 minutes, I looked to the left and about 40 yards away, I saw a deer working a scrape on the edge of the creek bed. When he lifted his head, I about fell out of the tree. The big 10 was back. I drew, placed my 40 yard pin low on his chest, and released. making sure to follow through properly, I saw him duck and start to go forward before I heard a loud "whack". He immediately reversed direction, ran 30 yards behind my stand, and stood there with his head down for several minutes. Then he slowly walked off into a thicket behind my stand. I immediately asked God not to let the animal suffer, whether or not I was able to recover him. Then, after waiting for a little while to let my nerves settle, I climbed down and walked over to where I hit him after retrieving my first arrow. I found no blood, and no arrow. So I settled down to wait for another hour and a half for darkness, and my friend to come out after the hunt. When he came out, I told him what had happened, and that we would wait until morning to look for the buck. So, the next day, after MAYBE 2 hours of sleep, we returned to the area, and a short 15 minutes later I was standing over my deer. Thankfully, he had expired quickly the previous evening, and we found him roughly 125 yards from where I shot him. Every time I look at the mount on the wall, I thank God for allowing me the opportunity at such a wonderful animal, and the proof that we have no control over what happens. I missed an easy shot, and made more mistakes than anyone has a right to, and still harvested a mature buck. I guess we all get a gift once in a while, and I'll never forget this one.
gd
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Post by broncbuster2 on Feb 13, 2008 19:11:13 GMT -5
Awesome GD, That's what I am looking for .................anyone else?
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