Hesseltine32
Lil-Rokslider
A few weeks ago I killed my best whitetail to date. This was a urban spot that is less then a mile from the D.C. line and is in the legit hood. A spot I always worry about if my trucks going to be broken into or something when I hunt there.
This buck was not a home bodied deer to this area for the last two years I would get pics of him in late November and early December hitting a scrape during random times in the night. Assumed he was pushing his range looking for that last doe in heat.
This year though once I picked him up on the same scrape at the end of November I had noticed the deer had been pounding the white oaks near by which I thought was odd as they vacuum most up in September and are hitting the reds now. I hung a another camera over them and got pics of him there as well just after dark several times.
When we got a good cold front to push though the first weekend of December which brought highs in the lower 30s I made my move.
It was a action filled sit as I started seeing deer after being in the stand no longer then 10 minutes. After being there 30 minutes I had seen 3 young bucks, and 3 does and fawns and thinking to myself if it's going to happen it will be tonight everything is perfect. As the night went on the deer just kept piling in including a big 2 year old 6 that started to bump some of the does and push a smaller 8 around.
As I'm sitting here watching this 6 think he is all big and bad I see his posture completely change and see him tuck his tail and walk 10-15 yards and stop and look down the hill. As I'm looking down the hill to see what's going on I catch a glimpse of deer legs in the thick hollies. I then take a quick look a down at the commotion going on with the deer right in front of me and couldn't believe it he was standing there at 25 yards broadside. I had never heard or seen him come in as I was so occupied with the other deer.
I grab my bow and then try to unhook my safety harness as I could not shoot that direction with it on, as I was using the trunk of the tree for cover. As I struggled trying to unclip it with one had I finally get it and try to see if I can lean off to the side to get a shot. When I lean out the 6 pointer who was now standing under me picks me off and stops his foot and my heart sank as I thought it was all over, but to my surprise the buck didn't spook he was just standing alert. He stood there for 10 seconds or so put his head down to feed again and took two more steps into the opening. Once he did that I leaned of the tree and started to draw back. The 6 pointer busted and took off but it was to late for him as I had just settled the pin and let the arrow fly. As I watched the lighted knock burry right behind his front shoulder and him take off all hunched up I knew it was over.
I sat in the tree for another 30 minutes until it got dark before I climbed down to start tracking. After finding the arrows and following a great blood trail for roughly 70 yards I had got to put my hands on a 6.5 year old ghetto buck which happened to be my best to date.
This buck was not a home bodied deer to this area for the last two years I would get pics of him in late November and early December hitting a scrape during random times in the night. Assumed he was pushing his range looking for that last doe in heat.
This year though once I picked him up on the same scrape at the end of November I had noticed the deer had been pounding the white oaks near by which I thought was odd as they vacuum most up in September and are hitting the reds now. I hung a another camera over them and got pics of him there as well just after dark several times.
When we got a good cold front to push though the first weekend of December which brought highs in the lower 30s I made my move.
It was a action filled sit as I started seeing deer after being in the stand no longer then 10 minutes. After being there 30 minutes I had seen 3 young bucks, and 3 does and fawns and thinking to myself if it's going to happen it will be tonight everything is perfect. As the night went on the deer just kept piling in including a big 2 year old 6 that started to bump some of the does and push a smaller 8 around.
As I'm sitting here watching this 6 think he is all big and bad I see his posture completely change and see him tuck his tail and walk 10-15 yards and stop and look down the hill. As I'm looking down the hill to see what's going on I catch a glimpse of deer legs in the thick hollies. I then take a quick look a down at the commotion going on with the deer right in front of me and couldn't believe it he was standing there at 25 yards broadside. I had never heard or seen him come in as I was so occupied with the other deer.
I grab my bow and then try to unhook my safety harness as I could not shoot that direction with it on, as I was using the trunk of the tree for cover. As I struggled trying to unclip it with one had I finally get it and try to see if I can lean off to the side to get a shot. When I lean out the 6 pointer who was now standing under me picks me off and stops his foot and my heart sank as I thought it was all over, but to my surprise the buck didn't spook he was just standing alert. He stood there for 10 seconds or so put his head down to feed again and took two more steps into the opening. Once he did that I leaned of the tree and started to draw back. The 6 pointer busted and took off but it was to late for him as I had just settled the pin and let the arrow fly. As I watched the lighted knock burry right behind his front shoulder and him take off all hunched up I knew it was over.
I sat in the tree for another 30 minutes until it got dark before I climbed down to start tracking. After finding the arrows and following a great blood trail for roughly 70 yards I had got to put my hands on a 6.5 year old ghetto buck which happened to be my best to date.
