you. I shot this buck on Sunday the 4th at
my Camp in Prattsburgh, NY. The story is
below. Intense hunt! I’ve shot quite a few
bucks over the years but this one is bigger
than most I have taken with my bow.
Thanks for looking!
After having a shooter within 40 yards
(no shot) on Saturday night and deer all over
me I couldn't wait to get in the stand Sunday
morning and the Lord's Day did not disappoint.
At 8am I had a small buck interacting with a
female fawn that for all intents and purposes
seemed to be in estrus. They would use my
area as their playground for about an hour until
the buck got a little too far to my left and
winded me. No big deal but I did contemplate
killing him at one point as the whole family was
up with me and the kids wanted to see a buck
down.
Any way after battling frigid temps for the next
hour I also contemplated leaving but opted to
stand up and stretch to keep warm. Not 5
minutes after I stood up I see a beautiful buck
to my right about 120 yards on an angle towards
the thick stuff 50 yards in front of me. He
approached my area and I could see he wasn't
coming in so I let out two solid grunts with my
Primos buck roar, followed by an estrus doe call
(the can). He angled in front of me and walked
east, I let out two more grunts and he started to
walk away so I quickly snort wheezed at him.
For the next ten minutes he would RAKE every
sapling he could find within 50 yards of my
stand with no shots but working his way closer
to me the whole time. As luck would have it a 2.5
yr old 8 showed up to the east and came on a little
quicker line to me out to 30 yards. That was all
my buck needed as he followed the smaller 8
down to an apple tree 30 yards from my stand.
They both turned back east and that was my
opportunity. Just before he cleared the apple tree
I drew my bow and had a 7 foot natural opening
which he was nearing the end of as I reached full
draw. I let out a loud "maaa" and he came to a
dead stop as I settled my 30 yard pin on him. I
released the arrow and could see the double lung
hit. He bolted and crashed out of the area.
I tracked him with light snow on the ground which
was helpful and fun. The rest is history and I would
take my biggest bow buck to date. My kids were
psyched and participated in all aspects of the
aftermath once I got him back to camp (too many to
take into the field and it was very cold today in
Prattsburgh).
Andy that is a gorgious buck and it looks like his
MaMa could have been a lobster with the two crab
claws on the right main beam.
LIFE IS GOOD !