Saw this buck feeding in open field while hunting white tail during the rut season in late november , tried to sneak in for a shot with no luck , decided to come back for it the next morning.
woke up early with temperature in -30's and walked to the field and wated for this buck to show up ,, few hours later the buck came with 5 of his " doe friends", few minutes in the buck saw me or winded me and ran back to the woods, stoped him with my doe call but could'nt get him closer so i decided to close the gap and start the stalk.
After 1 hour of stalking got close enough and let my arrow do the rest !
This is a pretty anti-climatic story really. I'd taken a fair amout of vaction time towards the end of the season in 04. I was generally hunting with friends or my brother for the duration of my hunting days. We had walked miles and miles of country that we knew held good bucks, just never caught up to them.The last day I was the only one not working, everyone else had gone back to work. I could only hunt until about 10AM then I had to head for home. I had a mule doe tag in my pocket as well as a whitetail buck tag. I looked for a good buck for the first hour or so then decided that I'd better get looking for a MD doe (my brother and me decided that we would like some meat for sausage) so I cruised areas that normally held Mule does, if I saw any I would park the truck and attempt a stalk. I had almost given up as it was after 9:30AM and decided to look in one more spot. I was it the pick up truck driving down a side road, stopping periodically to glas the fields on either side looking for does. I had almost come to an intersection with the main paved road when I thought I had seen something standing on the edge of one of the bushes bordering the fencerow that seperated the field from the gravel road. I parked the truck and walked along the edge of the scrub this is what I saw standing on the bush edge. One shot and it was all over, I felt extremely lucky to have had a chance at him. He has a 5" droptine on the left side and grosses 159 BC.
Ok Hotmoon, here's a story for you. This is one of those typical perfect rut hunts. I was hunting during the evening right smack dab in the middle of the rut several years ago. I was on stand over a freshly cut bean field. I first had a couple does coming in early to feed. That seemed to be the only activity I was going to have that night until about 30 minutes before sun down I had 5 more does come in right under my stand, wasnt to much longer and another group of does come in across the field. Then a couple spikes come in along with some more does. Pretty soon some decent bucks make their way to the beans. This all takes place within about 10-15 minutes. Deer everywhere I couldn't believe all the deer, probably 20 -25 deer. Remember it's starting to get a little late, so I decide to keep an eye on the decent bucks, which were behind me, and take one if one gets close enough. One starts making his way toward me so I reach back behind me to get my bow when I notice a very very very large buck had snuck into the field while I was watching the smaller bucks. He was about 200 yds away and the light was fading fast. That dang old buck stayed right there feeding on beans for what seemed like forever. Finally some does walked right under my stand to feed , and one of them must have smelled pretty hot because that big boy committed to these does and came right to me. This beast was and still is the LARGEST racked buck I have ever seen in the wild. He finally gets to 18 yds and starts feeding with the does. I draw back my bow...................settle down.....................take a peak through my peep sight to find my 20 yd pin........................I can't see a damn thing I ran out of light. I could see this deer right in front of me, but couldn't make out anything through that peep sight. I couldn't believe what was happening ,) A trophy buck for sure and I could do nothing. I still have night mares about that one, but man what a night of hunting!
I shot this buck opening day of the 04 rifle season. I had all three of these bucks come to my treestand at the same time with a doe. When i saw the deer i pulled up and the biggest was the nine point i shot which was the lead deer coming up the hill onto the ridge that i was hunting. I shot the nine, dropped him and then took a shot at the doe running throught the mountain laurel which i missed. The five and the eight point then ran straight past my buddys treestand where he dropped the five point. From their the eight point then ran straight to the treestand of our other hunting partner. That was it within five minutes it was all over and it was time to celebrate, and laugh about how everything had just unfolded.
Today's headlines read, "Hunter Dies of Heart Attack!"
I don't know how many times I have seen that headline in the past 16 years that I have lived in Colorado.
I moved here in 1994 via the U.S. Army to Ft. Carson, Colorado. The "Mountain Post" as it is sometimes called.
When I arrived here, in pretty good shape, the unit told me that I could not participate in P.T. (physical training) for at least 30 days. Now, I had just come from an overseas tour in Korea and was stationed in the...