boonerz
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2012 is one for the memory books. I had the opportunity of a lifetime one November morning. 2 big bucks came through at first light and didn't present a shot. Then about 5 minutes later this brute trotted in chasing a doe. I drew as she ran by and he stopped at 20 yards in front of me behind a tree. Holding at full draw for what seemed like 5 minutes waiting for him to move into an opening, he finally moved towards the doe. He walked right under my stand and presented a 15 yard quartering away shot behind my stand. I hit him with what I thought was a double lung but soon found out it was a single lung and possibly a double lung but just knicking the second if at all. I let him lay for 3 hours to play it safe before I set out to track him.
I took up the blood trail 3 hours later and initially thought it was going to be a short walk. I soon found out he was not wanting to give up so easy and ended up trailing him a great distance with solid bright red bubbly lung blood. Finally, he came to a fence where the blood just stopped. Searching and searching he was nowhere to be found and I was stumped. Darkness approached so I called it a day and took after him as soon as I could get back out there to try again. I ended up finding him piled up 60 yards from where the last blood was. Unfortunatley the coyotes had already taken to him but I was still beyond excited to recover him.
He ended up scoring 198 1/8th gross and netted 187 1/8. He had only one lower front tooth about an 1/8th of an inch long putting him at what I thought would be 8-9 years old...possibly older. He is definitely a buck of a lifetime and a memory I'll cherish forever.
I took up the blood trail 3 hours later and initially thought it was going to be a short walk. I soon found out he was not wanting to give up so easy and ended up trailing him a great distance with solid bright red bubbly lung blood. Finally, he came to a fence where the blood just stopped. Searching and searching he was nowhere to be found and I was stumped. Darkness approached so I called it a day and took after him as soon as I could get back out there to try again. I ended up finding him piled up 60 yards from where the last blood was. Unfortunatley the coyotes had already taken to him but I was still beyond excited to recover him.
He ended up scoring 198 1/8th gross and netted 187 1/8. He had only one lower front tooth about an 1/8th of an inch long putting him at what I thought would be 8-9 years old...possibly older. He is definitely a buck of a lifetime and a memory I'll cherish forever.
