I was sitting for what seemed like forever, seeing nothing but swaying trees, and shaking leaves.
Until out of nowhere the shaking leaves turned into crunching leaves. This is when the action starts. Unexpectedly, the biggest buck id ever seen comes trotting in straight to where I wanted him. Perfect, twenty yards, right wind and no time to panic...this is easy. I had no time so I rushed into grabbing my bow that already had the lucky arrow in it. I pulled it back and routinely took a deep breath. Thump! It's crazy how your favorite sound can turn into a gut wrencher. I missed!
Based off of what you have just read about you'd probably say that this wasn't so much of a lucky hunt. So let's rewind to the start of how my luck builds up. It
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Although everything else seemed to have went wrong, I felt as if today was the lucky hunt. My stand placement for this day was exceptional. My setup was right on top of what looked like a deer four way. These deer could literally come from any direction. But judging on the deer that I previously spooked and my surroundings I figured that they would come straight down a perfectly open trail about twenty yards in front of me. As time passed I felt as if my luck was passing too. It was nearing prime time for deer to start roaming, but the woods were silent. They were so silent that it bothered me. By killing the silence I had to let a nice combo of doe and buck grunts echo through the woods, hoping to attract anything that was brown. More and more time had passed without a single bird in sight. Then as if the pop rocks were back, there were crunching and crackling leaves not too far down the trail. The action was finally picking up. My eyes were glued to the sound. The noise I had heard was for sure an animal because it kept getting closer. I positioned myself to the best of my ability and waited patiently for whatever it was to join me. Out of nowhere the crackling of leaves seemed to double, then triple. I felt the adrenaline running through my body, as I imagined what it could be. Time was moving so much slower knowing that a herd of something was about to make contact with me. Only a few short seconds later I caught a …show more content…
But as luck would have it, the herd of what I hoped was the world's biggest deer was just three squirrels running through the woods. Very let down, I turned back around set my bow down and pulled out my phone. Annoyed, I sat there on my phone not wanting to come back to this spot again. Shortly after this thought there was more rustling around, but this time it was coming from where I thought the deer would be. With barely any warning at all the rustling quickly got louder and heavier. Flashes of brown and white were very close. Before I could even realize what was happening my bow was in hand ready to go. It was in fact a deer, a shooter. It all happened so fast that I never really had time to fully observe the buck, but obviously he was special. My first move was to slowly stand up and position myself for the shot. With my lucky arrow knocked and my heart thumping a mile a minute, I took a deep breath. I pulled my bow back and started assessing the distance; it was a chip shot. The buck was fully enraged due to hormones and was in no hurry to stop any time soon. I had to act quick. Due to the slight hill I was on I picked an open lane, guessed the distance and waited only seconds for the buck to meet me. As soon as I could I let the arrow fly. Thump! What happened next hit me like a ton of bricks. My yardage was off and I shot right over
...sed the cross hairs on its chest and took a shot. The deer jumped straight up in the air and then started running right at me. I racked another shell in the chamber. At less than ten yards I took another shot. This time the deer did two somersaults and landed about seven feet from me. Excited I got up to take a look, the deer was definitely dead. He laid there on the ground in front of me with the nerves in his massive body still twitching. He was a nice ten point, this really made me happy because he was bigger than my brothers. My first shot had hit him in that shoulder, because I was probably shaking when I shot and this threw my shot off. My second shot went threw the neck and into the chest. After sitting and enjoying the moment I gutted him and drug him up to the house. This last season turned out to be my best ever because I was persistent and never gave up.
It's three o'clock in the morning. I've been sleeping since eight p.m., and now my alarm clock is telling me that it's time to wake up. Most people are sleeping at this hour of the night, but I'm just now waking up to pack up my gear and head into the forest for the morning. Last night I packed my .30-06, tree stand, a small cooler full of food and a rucksack full of hunting equipment including deer scent, camouflage paint and a flashlight. I've been planning a hunt for two weeks, and the weekend has finally come. I get up from bed, shake off the cold of the morning and get ready to leave by four.
This one was more like creatures that would normally appear here. This one was not clad with long and flowing hair, and it had on different apparel, compared to the other being, which had turned around and was now looking at the noisy being. As it came up to the other being it started making loud noises, and the creature that was sitting seemed confused at first, but reluctantly gave up the spot on the grass and moved away. The being must have scared the other one away, but I had no clue as to why. The creature proceeded to move onto the path of rocks that moved along the grass, it followed this path for a while and I followed it, flying around the creature. It looked frustrated at first, as if it had lost its train of thought. I wonder if these animals could think, I thought to myself, and if they could, what were they thinking about. As it seemed to shrug this off, it began to look pleased
Sometime the buck will be running the doe out of the woods. We have trees that buck had hit when they run through the woods they will be big deer. We got a two point on camera and dad seen it but didn’t shoot it he let it walk.When I go hunting I go to wal-mart first and get some stuff in a can for deer to come out and it works.Last year we killed an eight point out there it's horns from one side to the other side was nineteen inches
Even tho i did not get an deer i had a great time. I was regretting not shooting at that buck but i am sure glad that i have a friend that takes me hunting now. I had the best night in that
As I sit here, I have the desire to take a deer home with me. Somewhere in these vast woods a buck is stepping, with no warning that today is the day that I capture him. There is an ominous crow cackle, one that any protagonist would consider as a warning, I consider it an opportunity. My deer did not accept this warning; at least it was not shown.
I’m after a record breaking buck called Ole’ Spread Nasty. He is a big mature bruiser buck. It is the peak of rut, so this is my best chance to get’em. It is now about 5:15 a.m, and I’m headed out to the stand. I will see if we can call in the giant... Alright we are now in the stand and it is a beautiful morning. There is no wind and the temperature is perfect. It is just starting to get light out and we are starting to here some deer moving in the draw. It is now about 6:30 a.m and it is light enough to shoot. We are going to start calling and see what happens. Grunt...grunt...grunt...rattle...rattle...rattle. Here comes some little bucks. I’m hoping that Ole’ Spread Nasty is following them back there somewhere. There is some more movement just up the hill. I hope that is him. I’m going to grunt just a little more and maybe whatever is behind the bushes will come out. Grunt...grunt...grunt. Holy crap there he is, that is him! He is coming right towards me. I grabbed my bow and drew back. I am shaking like crazy right now. He is at 20 yards now I just need him broadside. Sure enough there he went, broadside. What a perfect shot. I calmed my shaking as much as I could and let the arrow fly. It was a perfect double lung shot. He took off and ran about 30 yards and dropped. I’m so happy right now. I thank the good Lord above for this opportunity! This is such a dream come true.
I am sitting in the passenger side as my dad is driving, and we are on our way to my grandpa's land which is located about 25 minutes east of Dubuque. First thing we do when we get there is to finish putting on our coats, and then to grab our bows out of the back, then I close my door softly. Walking through the open field I have dead weeds and tall grass crunching under my boots, and at the end of the field we reach a barbed wire fence that we crawl under. Then we cross under a bunch of pine trees and go about 30 yards into the woods to where my tree stand sits. Then my dad tells me good luck and he heads down into the gully where his stand is located. So I then climb the 12 foot ladder and sit on the seat and put on my safety belt and get my arrow ready on the bow string. I survey the land and look for any movement, so I look to the left where there is another set of pine trees, then I look in front of me into the first set of pine trees don't see anything yet. Then I hear a sound of crunching leaves and immediately look to my right and sure enough there is a big doe getting ready to cross the fence 15 yards away.
I reached a clearing and looked up to see two enormous four point bulls looking down at me. I put my gun up to my shoulder and naturally put the crosshairs on the larger elk. I pulled the trigger, and the elk dropped right where it stood. The other elk took off running up the steep mud and snow cover canyon wall, followed by a small two point bull that I forgot was there.
On a cloudless September afternoon, a hunter stands with a defeated look upon his face. He sighs in disappointment as he watches a bull run through the aspens. He is still shaking in excitement and frustration. He did everything he could, but the bull didn't live that long by being stupid. I had never had that type of rush before, even though I had been defeated I was hooked on bow hunting.
In Kentucky a person named Kendall Gray likes to hunt. He has harvested many nice sized bucks. But the bucks were never as big as the one he named Bucky. Bucky was a giant buck, 8 point maybe 350 pounds , Kendall guessed . Bucky has been in these woods for years. So as Kendall is riding his four wheeler through the woods putting trail cameras up. And as he looks over the ridge , he sees a huge rack . Kendall knew this was Bucky. It was 8 points had an unusually big rack. So the next morning on opening day he goes out to his spot by his trail camera . Sees nothing. The next day he decides to stay home and check the trail cameras. He doesn’t see much , a doe and a decent sized 6.
My heart began to beat very rapidly and I breathed deeply to try to calm myself. These deer would step into a clearing in a few feet, and I needed to try to be calm to make a good shot. I picked a spot where I thought that the buck would pass and estimated the distance. I guessed the range to be fifteen yards and waited. I let the doe pass through my ...
It is 5:30am on opening morning of deer hunting season and my alarm explodes into a racket that would wake an army. I roll out of bed and rub the sleep from my eyes. I only slept six hours last night because my family and I were preparing for the hunt, getting the guns ready, laying out a clothes-man, everything. As I throw some pants on, the smell of fresh pancakes wakes me up. It is at this time I realize the season is upon us. Since January I have been waiting for this day to come, today begins the annual nine day season that brings our family together each November.
Immediately, as my dad and I was walking to the deer stand, my thoughts were that this hunt already felt like any other night hunt I had ever been on. My dad and I together chose which stand we would hunt from the choices on the board. We arrived at the box stand, which was fifteen feet tall, then we climbed in and got comfortable. In the meantime, we were looking around to find any sign of a deer. Meanwhile, as we were sitting quietly in the stand, we suddenly heard something. We could tell that the noise was something running through the trees extremely fast! Suddenly, there she was, a doe, creeping out from the bushes. At that moment, I was only able to see her head. I was getting so nervous, and I didn 't know what to do; however, my dad told me to stay calm and breathe. As she was walking into the field, stopping along the way to eat, I prepared my gun in order to shoot. My dad told me to take the shot whenever I was ready, so within the next couple of seconds I pulled the trigger. BOOM! She’s down! I had shot her; however, I knew I hit her, but she ran
It was the morning of November 22nd, 1998 and as I sat at the table eating the eggs my mother had made for me I was sure today was the day I was going to get my first Vermont buck. I had packed my bag the night before with all the essentials: 2 quartz of water, sausages, snickers bars, extra gloves, extra socks, extra compass, knife, matches and extra bullets. I was excited and yet tired at the same time. The three-week deer season had taken its toll on me and it was the last week so I knew how importan...