Well I'm back in Missouri for another Whitetail BowHunt. Last year I shot a 80 inch 8 point, and my buddy Brian shot a big 135 inch 9 point, and Wayne shot a 100 inch 8 point.
This year Brian could not go so I hit up Brandon and a few others. No takers , so I brought one of my oldest hunting partners, my wife. She's hard core and can keep up with the boys but the trip costs me double. She has 4 bucks and a doe under her belt and all with her bow so she knows how to get it done.
The hunt started Saturday morning. I was in a treestand about 18 feet up with a good view of a scrape . I had 2 does and a spike come by on the morning hunt and saw a big 8 point at 90 yards at last light. We came back to camp to see a doe hanging in the barn that Wayne shot.
Day 2
I moved stands to a location down by a creek and farmers field. The field was plowed so there were no hiding spots out there . The deer would move back and forth in my treeline. I sat in the stand all day and had 3 huge Tom turkeys come under me. I started texting to find out if it was turkey season....... it is and I have a permit but too late, they're gone. That's ok it's not why I'm here. The evening hunt I saw a handful of does and a huge 8 point that my wife had seen in the morning with bleach white antlers. He was at 140 yards.
Day 3
Back in the stand . The wind was all wrong blowing on my back . I had a young doe come from behind and walk under me and bed down to my left. 30 minutes later I hear a loud snort wease behind me. It was so aggressive. I turned slowly to see a 10 point buck at 48 yards stomping his feet. No shot. He blew 3 times and was pissed. My heart was pumping hard , and I told myself to calm down and get your shit together or you'll blow this. It was 10:30 now and my wife was texting me to see if I was done for the morning. I replied, Nope. Buck here!
He was with his own doe and wouldn't leave her. They calmed down and bedded. Every 10 minutes they would stand up, move 3 feet and bed again. I was standing up in the treestand facing backwards holding my bow for an hour. I ranged every tree and ran every possible scenario. I wanted to move my video camera to the back but didn't want to make extra noise. With no notice they both jumped up and ran. But stopped just after 20 yards. It's go time. I see their path and range again to make sure. 43 yards. He walks out into a small window and stands broadside with his head behind a tree. I release and hear it punch through the lungs. Unique sound when filled with air. He ran 60 yards up a small hill and stopped and looked back. I looked in my binoculars and could see blood coming out of the exit hole. The hit was a little high . Despite the huge hole in his chest he was still 100 percent focused on his doe. She soon ran up up the hill to the top and he followed. She didn't stop and he wouldn't leave her. I got help and we blood trailed for over 600 yards. It was a long sleepless night. Waiting for daylight to go back out.
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This year Brian could not go so I hit up Brandon and a few others. No takers , so I brought one of my oldest hunting partners, my wife. She's hard core and can keep up with the boys but the trip costs me double. She has 4 bucks and a doe under her belt and all with her bow so she knows how to get it done.
The hunt started Saturday morning. I was in a treestand about 18 feet up with a good view of a scrape . I had 2 does and a spike come by on the morning hunt and saw a big 8 point at 90 yards at last light. We came back to camp to see a doe hanging in the barn that Wayne shot.
Day 2
I moved stands to a location down by a creek and farmers field. The field was plowed so there were no hiding spots out there . The deer would move back and forth in my treeline. I sat in the stand all day and had 3 huge Tom turkeys come under me. I started texting to find out if it was turkey season....... it is and I have a permit but too late, they're gone. That's ok it's not why I'm here. The evening hunt I saw a handful of does and a huge 8 point that my wife had seen in the morning with bleach white antlers. He was at 140 yards.
Day 3
Back in the stand . The wind was all wrong blowing on my back . I had a young doe come from behind and walk under me and bed down to my left. 30 minutes later I hear a loud snort wease behind me. It was so aggressive. I turned slowly to see a 10 point buck at 48 yards stomping his feet. No shot. He blew 3 times and was pissed. My heart was pumping hard , and I told myself to calm down and get your shit together or you'll blow this. It was 10:30 now and my wife was texting me to see if I was done for the morning. I replied, Nope. Buck here!
He was with his own doe and wouldn't leave her. They calmed down and bedded. Every 10 minutes they would stand up, move 3 feet and bed again. I was standing up in the treestand facing backwards holding my bow for an hour. I ranged every tree and ran every possible scenario. I wanted to move my video camera to the back but didn't want to make extra noise. With no notice they both jumped up and ran. But stopped just after 20 yards. It's go time. I see their path and range again to make sure. 43 yards. He walks out into a small window and stands broadside with his head behind a tree. I release and hear it punch through the lungs. Unique sound when filled with air. He ran 60 yards up a small hill and stopped and looked back. I looked in my binoculars and could see blood coming out of the exit hole. The hit was a little high . Despite the huge hole in his chest he was still 100 percent focused on his doe. She soon ran up up the hill to the top and he followed. She didn't stop and he wouldn't leave her. I got help and we blood trailed for over 600 yards. It was a long sleepless night. Waiting for daylight to go back out.
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