-------------------- After cursing through every slice and missed shot on the first nine holes, a golf partner said to his frustrated and cursing partner, "I think I can tell you your problem." "Really?" "You just aren't that good." Posts: 1776 | From: Kansas | Registered: Feb 2004
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-------------------- "Our outdoor heritage owes more to the countless Lords who questioned and explored than to Lord Ripon, who simply chose to shoot and tally." E.D.Thomas Jr. Posts: 3197 | From: Waldoboro, Maine | Registered: Mar 2008
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quote:Originally posted by HOWITZER: So it’s been a pretty good year for me as far as hunting goes. I harvested my first trad deer and now I have harvested my first trad buck and it happens to be the biggest I’ve ever taken. He’s not a monster but man what excitement. A memory I won’t ever forget!
I was hunting some friend’s property in Westchester County. The deer weren’t moving much, a full moon and warmer weather was keeping things pretty slow in our neck of the woods, but at about 4:00pm on Saturday things changed. I caught a white rack moving through the woods out at about 70 yards, I got excited and waited and watched. My knees were knocking my hands were shaking and my heart was pumping. The buck meandered around a bit then started working away from me. I grabbed my grunt call gave a couple quick grunts and he looked back over his shoulder but kept walking away. He went out of sight and I quickly grabbed my bleat call and started bleating and grunting at the same time for what seemed like two minutes. I stopped and listened and I heard the sounds of a trotting deer coming up the ridge behind my stand. I quickly grabbed my bow of the hook and got into position just as he crested the ridge and came into view. He took about ten steps and stopped… and looked and looked and looked and looked…finally he started to work along the ridge toward my stand one slow step at a time. He eventually took a step behind a large tree and I was able to draw and anchor just as his front shoulders cleared the tree, he took one more step and the arrow hit its mark. I hit him a bit high in all the excitement, I think I jerked the string, or maybe I was shaking so bad that I could barely keep the arrow on the rest, but regardless…I spined him, he went straight down. I grabbed a second arrow and quickly put one through the boiler maker and he expired quickly. Got him with an Assenheimer recurve, CE 250’s, and I believe it’s a Zwickey broad head I got on a trade from tradgang, but I don’t know what model it is.