Hi all, finally broke my 8 pt. typical curse....a funky 9 pt!
Here's my story:
Well, it was a good day. The air was crisp and frost coated the forest floor. I climbed up the tree I was in yesterday evening. On that evening, I met a good and helpful friend. He is a basket 8 pt. with white blotches on his legs and shoulders, no doubt partially piballed. I also saw a bruiser that night that ran some does directly under my stand. It happened very fast and no good shot opportunity occured. Anyways, back to the story. I'm sitting there, and wouldn't you know it, out of a thick and overgrown field/wetlands in a suburban creek bottom comes Lil Basket Pie Baller. He's walking right at me down a well worn path from the overgrown area into a mature floodplain forest. All of the sudden, he starts running. I remember thinking, while watching him run, how scared he looked. He looked like a very guilty and scared child that had taken one from the cookie jar, fooled around with the farmer's daugher, you get the point. Anyways, as you are probably already thinking, something is chasing him. I see a tall tined mature buck with giant browtines charging Lil Basket Pie Baller from the thicket. At first I was confused. Certainly this big boy wasn't trying to BREED this lil pie balled buck! Well, at that point I noticed a very content doe feeding just inside the thicket. Tall Tines was guarding her from Lil Basket. The doe slowly mosied in my direction, making sure to turn around and head other directions enough time to give me at least 7 heart attacks. Her general direction was towards me, though. The doe ended up getting very close, and noticing something she didn't like. Good thing the Big Boy was keyed in on her, the lil basket, and not me. The doe was uneasy, and knew something wasn't right, although she kept on moving closer. Well, that ended up getting her boyfriend killed. Big Boy kept mirroring the doe's every move and kept coming closer. Eventually, the doe was directly under the stand and Big Boy was 20 yards away entering my shooting lane. As he entered, I drew back, and the dow jumped and scampered about 5 yards away! Big Boy wheeled around and went to chase her. I let out a quick "MEEH" and stopped him in his place and took a very severe quartering away shot at 30 yards. The arrow entered behind the ribcage and exited out of the front of his chest with a tremendous THUNK. He instantly started stumbling and only made it about 20 yards, spraying blood errrrywhere. Big funky racked mature buck down! I think he's my biggest so far!
He was 9 pt., 220 lbs, and I'm not sure what he will score! 6 points on one side, and only 3 on the other!
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