Friends Buck
A friend's son arrowed this one out in Nebraska yesterday. He had pictures of him and had been chasing him but never saw him live until yesterday. Shane is a high school teacher in Neb. His story is below.
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Master Brow showed up on my trail camera back in July and he’s been my obsession this fall. I placed three different stands in a funnel trying to account for every wind direction in hopes of getting a chance at him. After several unsuccessful attempts and never seeing him on the hoof, only on camera, I was able to get out on Halloween night. Every archer knows that for some reason, Halloween always gets deer moving. Even ‘Ol Mossy horns met his end on Halloween. I bumped two does and a buck on my walk in to my stand, definitely a good sign. About a half an hour before sundown a decent buck was north of me so I rattled and grunted and he walked right under my stand. Hmmmm? Twenty minutes later I saw a doe and a couple of other bucks moving along a willow bed about 75 yards east of me and then like a dream, Master Brow appeared. He wasn’t coming on my trail like I had hoped, but he was herding the other bucks around and grunting so I figured I might as well try some rattling and grunting as well. I don’t know if that’s what did it, but he turned and came right up my trail. He paused behind three big cottonwoods and I was afraid he was going to turn and go behind me, luck was on my side and he continued straight up the trail. Breathe, pick a spot, breathe, pick a spot, breathe, pick a spot. I gave a quick bleat and he stopped, I released my arrow and knew the shot was a little high. The buck bolted and ran into a drainage ditch that splits the field. I listened for a crash or thrashing, but I couldn’t hear anything. I decided to stay in my stand for fifteen minutes and then go look for a blood trail. Five minutes later I see him walking across the field towards an unpicked corn field, my heart sank. I tried to keep an eye on him but he disappeared behind some trees so I just focused on an opening, waiting for him to walk through it so I could try to see him again. A couple of minutes passed and I still couldn’t see him. Screw it. I decided to get down out of my tree and stalk to the edge of the field. As I neared the field I could see a buck standing out there but it wasn’t him. Then I spotted a lump that the buck was walking towards, bingo, big buck down. I waited 5 more minutes and watched for movement and none came. It was a tense walk out in the field and as I got closer I could see the arrow had done its job. What a feeling of relief, excitement, and humbleness knowing that I’d been blessed enough to take down this buck of a lifetime.
Last edited by Mergie Master; 11-01-2019 at 03:21 PM.
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