I got this buck on the first day of the new year with my bow and arrow. It was a very cold afternoon. It is by far my best bow kill ever. It scored 135 3/8.
When I saw this cold weather forecast I knew I might have my chance. Over the last few years anytime we had really cold late season weather I would get day time pictures of the biggest bucks on my property. This felt like it should be just that occasion so yesterday afternoon I bundled up in many layers of clothes and went and got in my bow stand. I could have taken my rifle but since there?s only a bow stand on this feeder I figured that I might as well try it with my bow. I got in the stand and settled into a very cold afternoon. The feeder threw corn at 4:30. At 5:10 a doe and yearling started trying to come in to feed. They kept looking up in my direction like they knew something was up. With all the leaves off the trees I do imagine that I stuck out a bit. After a few minutes the doe came on in to the rice bran and started to feed. I began hearing foot steps in the woods to my left. The doe looked up towards the sound of the foot steps too. All at once she and the other 2 deer behind her spooked and ran off. I looked to my left and could see this buck in the woods heading my way. He walked strait towards my stand and stopped within 5 yards of my tree. I couldn?t shoot due to a limb being in my way. The buck turned away from me and circled back towards the feeder. He passed behind a tree and I drew my bow back. It was so dark that I was having trouble seeing my pin through my peep. I finally got settled in and ready for the shot. When he cleared some bushes I put the pin behind his shoulder and let it fly! He ducked at the release of the arrow and I hit him in the spine. As he lay there struggling to get up I fumbled around for what seems like forever trying to get another arrow nocked. I shot a second time and hit him right behind the shoulder. This time he was down for good! This is by far my best buck with a bow. He scored 135 3/8. 01/01/18 26 degrees.
In the famous words of Forrest Gump, 'Life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you are going to get.' Wednesday, January 7, was not off to a good start. I got up at 4 am and went duck hunting with my dad, but didn't fire a shot. Dorcheat Bayou was flooded, so I couldn't go fishing. The day before, I had asked my brother to scatter a bag of corn on an old gas well road on our lease in Dubberly, LA. I decided to spend the afternoon there in hopes of killing a doe to make sausage. Little did I know that this choice would have the results I received. The artic blast was coming in with a vengeance and I was getting cold. I thought about getting down once or twice but decided to stick it out. At approximately 5:15 pm, I looked down the road and at the very end of the 215 yd right of way, stood a deer munching on the corn. I put my scope up and saw the deer had horns and realized my scope was on 4 power. I cranked the scope up to 9 power and could tell the buck was a 'shooter'. When he turned broadsided, I squeezed the trigger. The deer hit the ground and began rolling around in the ditch. I launched myself out of my box stand and ran to where the buck was laying. As I approached, the deer was laying with his head towards the tree line. I thought his head was in a bush, until I realized that I was looking at 'bone', lots of 'bone'. I really lost it and began jumping up and down, yelling as loudly as I could. The beast had 14 scoreable points and was green scored 171 5/8' by Simmons Sporting Goods. Indeed, this piece of chocolate will leave a sweet taste in my mouth forever.