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    Good on her for donating,It's better than letting a tag go to waste.Someone needs the meat.

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    Quote Originally Posted by dirtclod Az. View Post
    Good on her for donating,It's better than letting a tag go to waste.Someone needs the meat.
    Thinking he was talking the price of the tag donation to CPW
    I'm turning off Real Life Drive and thats right I'm hittin Easy Street on mud tires

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    I don't understand.If I have a tag in Az.I can turn it back in and keep my bonus points but I can't turn it in to cash to make a donation.

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    Quote Originally Posted by dirtclod Az. View Post
    I don't understand.If I have a tag in Az.I can turn it back in and keep my bonus points but I can't turn it in to cash to make a donation.
    Mudranger was right. I was trying to say that by buying the tag off the reissue list but not getting out to hunt it, it was essentially a donation to CPW. There's a 30 day window here before the season for turning a tag back in and getting money back. At that time, she was still planning on hunting it. Its a 6 hour drive to the middle of nowhere, so not exactly a hunt one could just go do on a whim easily.

    Its going to be cool this weekend with highs in the 30s. I'm excited for everything except the drive. I'll be honest, I'm getting burned out on the driving.

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    Quote Originally Posted by dirtclod Az. View Post
    Wow!Very Nice Buck.Congratulations.
    Quote Originally Posted by Mudranger1 View Post
    Bruiser! Congrats
    Quote Originally Posted by TheBenHoyle View Post
    Nice buck. Awesome encounter.
    Quote Originally Posted by Crossbowguy View Post
    That is a dandy of a buck! I was hoping you were going to hit it right and punch the tag on a good one and you did! awesome hunt fella!
    Quote Originally Posted by Crumb View Post
    Nice buck, congrats!
    Thanks everyone! The encounter was really awesome. I'll be honest, he looked enormous when he stepped into the ravine on the other side of my tree. I think because he was WAY closer than I was anticipating. I went into total kill mode and never looked at him again after making the decision to shoot (which happened in about a nanosecond), just focusing on my spot. I was honestly a bit surprised to find out he was only a 2.5 year old buck, but I wouldn't trade that encounter/shot for anything.

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    This is not a joke. This is the wind forecast for my two day trip this weekend:

    N > SE > S > SW > NE > NW > N > SW

    I think "hunt the wind" might get tossed in favor of "cross your fingers" ...

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    Quote Originally Posted by vanish View Post
    This is not a joke. This is the wind forecast for my two day trip this weekend:

    N > SE > S > SW > NE > NW > N > SW

    I think "hunt the wind" might get tossed in favor of "cross your fingers" ...
    If you can get them running in circles because the wind is chasing your scent after them, you just have to wait for them to come around again.

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    Friday night, I stopped in at Scheels and grabbed their last set of cheap climbing sticks. I had a tree near my log blind where I wanted to set up. This would allow me to overlook the dry creek bed where it seemed most of the animals had been traveling in my last visits. Its hard to get a shot into there from the blind.

    Saturday morning, I woke up 45 minutes after my alarm was supposed to go off. Dang, it was set for Sunday only! I flew out of the back of the truck and started hauling towards my spot. No time for breakfast or coffee! I got all my stuff together and was only about 20 minutes late getting to my spot. There was about 3-4 inches of snow on the ground and you could see where the deer had been moving through. There was a trail about 15 yards in front of my stand, perfect!

    After a bit of struggling to get the stand up, and probably far more noise than was desired, I was finally settled. I had missed the initial pre-dawn time, which sucked, but what can you do?



    I was doing a bit of glassing of the hills to my right when I heard the familiar "crunch crunch" of an approaching deer...

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    I desperately wanted to get my binos on him, but I was surrounded by turkeys. There was probably 200 of them, from 5 yards to 50 yards in that creek bottom. So, I just kept my eyes looking where I could hear the steps, and finally a deer started to materialize.

    It looked like a good framed, but young ~4x4 buck. Having taken a nice deer in Nebraska, I elected to just watch him. He was on the trail I was set up over, but at 40 yards he hooked down into the creek bottom instead of staying on my trail. This ends up being a very important detail. He circled around to a 40 yard opening and then, probably due to the unstable wind I referenced last week, looped back around up the drainage instead of continuing on past me.



    The red line is the heavy trail, but the green line is where the buck walked. Blue circle comes into pay later.

    I got to watch some more turkeys and squirrels for the next couple of hours, but at quarter to 11, I heard that same familiar sound. Sure enough, a buck was coming right down the same trail. I believe it was the brother of the buck I had watched earlier, but with a little wider set of antlers. I grabbed my bow but put it back as he was young as well. The buck walked the same exact trail (green line) as the one from earlier.

    I got a lot of reading done over the next 5 hours, as that seemed to be the end of the action until the last hour, aside from watching some turkeys feed right inside my log blind. I even had time to take a selfie.



    Deer started appearing in the wide open country up out of the creek bottom, something I would never have been able to see from my blind. I could swear I heard a rifle shot, followed by 5 minutes later 3 deer running my way, but they may have been unrelated events. The third deer was the largest buck I have ever seen alive. At 300+ yards I could clearly see his 5x5 frame without my binoculars. His tines looked like the were carved from baseball bats.

    The deer ran until they hit a thin strip of trees, where the does started feeding and the buck seemed to vanish. I would catch a glimpse of a third deer every once in awhile but I could never really establish that it was him. Unfortunately, they were 50 yards from the fence, so all I could do was watch. While watching, I caught sight of another mature buck hounding a doe along the fenceline. If I'd had any reservations about being in the wrong area, they were gone now.

    Later that evening while prepping for bed I was looking at OnX and realized that the trees the big buck stopped in had been on public land. There are several fences and I had blindly mistook the closest one for the property border, but its was nearly 1/4 mile to the true border! It was pretty unlikely that I could have slipped in on them before dark, but I would have liked to try.

    It was a dang cold hike out, but to say I was jazzed for the next day would be an understatement.

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    Sounds like a good sit.Good luck in the morning.

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    Sunday morning, the alarm went off at the proper 4am wake up. Dang, I hate daylight savings. I arrived at the parking lot with seemingly time to spare, so I actually made some coffee and oatmeal. I put most of the coffee in a Nalgene and packed it in with me. This time I added a second set of base layers and the hoody, as I was a bit chilly the day before and it was supposed to be 10 degrees cooler. By the time I was in the stand, I had 7 layers on top and was feeling a little silly, but I was warm and could still draw my bow just fine.

    As I climbed into the stand, my release hit the climbing stick "TINK" and a deer right near me jumped up and started blowing. Off to a good start!

    It seemed I had a steady NW wind this morning, which is absolutely perfect for this spot. At 6:40, I had the first visitor of the morning as a goofy ~2.5 year old 7 point cruised down the green line. It was really starting to get to me. I could shoot a buck on the green line, but I'd much rather be half the distance or closer. Should I move to the blue circle tree? I think I can get my stand in there.

    No, no time now. Its prime time. I can't go disturbing things.

    Come 7:45 and I hear that same sound and know exactly where the deer is going to appear. There he is ... and "I am going to shoot that buck" instantly resolves in my head. I can't tell exactly what he's got for headgear but I can tell its an older, heavy antlered buck. He drops in the bottom to follow the same line as all the others. After a few steps, he stops to chew on a bush, but I still hear footsteps.

    As the newcomer exits the portal, my mind changes tune; "No, I am going to shoot THAT buck!" He looked like the even older, bigger brother of the first one. As they worked their way to the left, I again ranged the bush where I knew they would step out. 40 yards. I'm plenty practiced at 40 and completely confident in hitting my mark. My only concern is how jumpy whitetails can be.

    As the second buck hits the opening, I give a quick "BRAAP" and he stops to look behind him. Perfect, he's not looking my way. I settle the 40 yard pin and touch off the release. I watch as my arrow sails exactly where I am aiming, but keeps going and THWOK!! The buck whirls and disappears in the brush. I listen as they bolt opposite directions, hoping for a crash, but silence quickly falls.

    I've gotten pretty good at going into "kill mode" the last couple of years and get hyper focused rather than panicked. After the shot, however, the adrenaline really kicks in at this point and I know I need to wait, but there's no way I can sit still in this stand. So, I give it 5 minutes, and then I ease down. No, I didn't go check for blood, I walked a mile away from the whole scene, climbing out of the bottom, so I'd have signal to text Lostinthewoods. Anything to distract me from going in there too soon. I jump a very nice buck from a ditch as I near the top, and wonder about what I'm missing being down in the bottoms.

    As I'm texting Dan, the reality of the shot kicks in to me. The arrow went exactly where I aimed, but was I aiming at the right spot? I ranged the bush at 40 yards, but the buck hadn't stepped out from the bush itself, rather he had walked out from behind the bush. The buck didn't move an inch while that arrow was on its way. Just how far was the buck behind the bush?

    As the one hour mark rolls around, I give my best to Dan and tell him I'm going back down. I take some pics of my treestand and such to keep distracting me, as I figure more time is better. ( wow, the compression makes it look terrible, but you can make out my safety strap above the bushy tree in the middle )

    Last edited by vanish; Yesterday at 04:19 PM.

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    Finally, its time to go look for my arrow. I get over to the opening and there's nothing. No arrow, no blood, just nothing and I'll be honest, I panicked a little already. I know I need to get my head on straight, so I head back to my stand and take off a couple of layers.

    Alright, time to look for running tracks. I do find them, and after about 30 yards I finally find a spec of blood. I follow the tracks for another 20 yards and just about impale myself with my broadhead hanging from a bush.



    There's a little splash of blood right where I found my arrow, but looking at the arrow I knew it was true. Only a couple inches of blood on the arrow. Tip broken off. Fatty meat on the broadhead... Brisket hit. So, I walk back to where I found the first tracks and range my treestand; 46.5 yards. Yeah, that'll do it. Boy did I ( and DO I ) feel like a bonehead. I got back to the track and follow it all the way to the edge of the property. There were a few other specs of blood but nothing to speak of. GAH! At least I know it was just a flesh wound. But I really blew it.

    Its now almost 11am and I have a decision to make. I just walked all over the river bottom where the deer have been moving through, but I have confidence in this spot. Then again, the evening before, the deer were moving in the open and I had found what seemed like a good spot to set up on a corridor they were moving through the night before.



    Fresh Scrape? Yeah, like the night before!

    I pull my treestand and decide I am staying in the funnel, but moving it to the blue circle I showed earlier. Its pretty thick, but the buck trail is only 10 yards away, and I have shooting lanes in 4 directions, including down into the creek bottom.

    A pretty sweet spot, really...

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    Oh, I almost forgot this very important part of the hunt. When I pulled my treestand, I set up two of the climbing sticks, went back to get the third, and realized my bow hook was still all the way up in the original tree. Argh. So I move the sticks back to tree 1, get my bow hook, take down two sticks, go back to tree 2 and set them up. Now, let's hang the third sticks, hey wait where is it? I go back to tree 1, and there it is, halfway up the tree. How the heck did I manage to take down sticks 1 and 3, and not stick 2? At this point I'm so annoyed with myself that I just bear hug my way up, unhook the stick and shimmy back down. Looking back on it now, hot dang was that a dumb idea and a good way to hurt myself!

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    Kind crazy day...

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