Yesterday was warm with very little wind. Odd, it almost always blows in Kansas. Well, you can't shoot a deer in the living room so went bowhunting anyway. During the last 5 minutes of shooting time I blew a series of grunts on a MAD grunt call ending with a long "roar". Within moments there came the sound of fast approaching footsteps in dry leaves approaching from my rear. The buck walked right under my tree and stopped at 10 yd when I voice grunted. My arrow smaked into his shoulder and he ran 50 yd stopped for a moment then flicked his tail and walked away. The arrow did not pass thru. It took a few to climb down. By then it was just about dark and there was no discernable bloodtrail. Decided to come back in the morning as the night would be cold. As it turned out the buck had barely made another 20 yd. In the pics there is a trailcam shot made a week ago and a pic of the buck taken this morning. The bow is a Mathews 62lb Switchback XT, Maxima hunter arrow and Rage 2 blade broadhead. The arrow passed thru the left shoulder and lodged in the right shoulder from a high angle. Even with the huge entrance wound there was not much blood. Field dressed weight was 190 lb.
This morning Bill and I was driving on highway 56 about 30 miles west of Emporia Kansas. On the South side of the highway we spotted a huge 9 pointer in a bean field with 2 does. He had about an 8 inch drop tine on his right antler.
Just got back from my annual gun hunt in MO. Here is a pic or two of the buck I shot and the buck my friend Joey Floyd of Ga shot. Both bucks have antlers that look fairly alike and will score within 10 inches of each other. I'm guessing both will score in the 140's. The difference is Joey's buck was huge. We had no way to weigh him but he was at least 50 lb heavier than the 10 point I got in KS last month and that deer was 190 lb field dressed. This buck was a hog. I took a pic of him on the back of a truck to give you an idea just how big he was. I had no trouble dragging my 8 point but could barely move Joey's buck.
Let me start by telling you the story of two Johns.
John number one went on a day hike with a couple of friends in the Cascade Mountains about an hour from Seattle. He somehow got separated from his buddies and became lost. John was dressed in casual cloths for a warm weather day hike and had nothing but a lunch with him. He spent three days in those mountains and luckily made it out to tell the story.
John number two, a friend of John number one, was much better prepared when...