This story begins in the early summer of 2016. Every evening, I watched a buck grow into a beautiful ten pointer from my roof top. He became a regular in my upper pasture about 300 yards behind my house. Every evening I would sit and watch him enter the pasture at the same time and make his way across the corner heading east. Come the middle of August, I decided to make my move and hang a stand and do some limb trimming if needed. I took all the precautions of entering the deer woods. It took me about 30 minutes to hang my stand and vacate the area. Come that evening, spotting scope in hand, perched on my roof waiting for the ten to make his daily appearance and "nothing"! He was a no show! I watched that buck nearly every evening for a month & half and he's gone after my short intrusion? It was an entire week before my next sighting of him.
Fast forward to the evening of October 1st, 2016, Iowa bow opener. With my bow in hand, I made my way to my stand for a evening meeting with that ten pointer. About an hour before sunset, I noticed movement to my left, a eight pointer made his way up the ridge towards me. At about 25 yards the eight snaps up his head and looks behind him. I knew as soon as the eight pointer jolted that it was the ten pointer that I have been watching and waiting for! He comes up the ridge at a steady pace. At 18 yards the ten snaps up his head and the only thing I can think is "up-oh" he's getting hinky. He took a few steps back looking around as I draw my Surewood shaft tipped with a Zwickey Delta. I release to watch my arrow disappear several ribs back. He goes crashing down the ridge out of sight. I waited until it was dark before climbing down. I decided to try to find my arrow. I found it covered in dark blood, liver hit. So, I backed out quietly and waited until sun rise before tracking. The blood trail was constant and easy to follow until he reached my neighbors CRP about 80-90 yards away from my stand. I called up my neighbor to let him know what was going on before I entered his property. His son showed up shortly after. We got through the CRP and a bean field where the blood was more obvious but started trickling off towards the wood line. Then nothing!! We circled around several times and called in a few more people and still nothing. I relived that shot countless times and thought that it was a solid shoot. I walked and searched for several days, looking for buzzards, listening for coyotes, standing down wind of thickets smelling for something dead and still came up empty.
Fast forward to yesterday afternoon, the phone rings and my neighbor asking me to meet him up behind his horse barn. He said come on John, I need to show you something. As we was walking he asked me do you remember that ten pointer that we tracked a year or two ago? My reply was, yeah, lost a lot of sleep over that one. He just chuckled and said come on. He said he was up on his tractor and noticed something white along a ditch. He hands it to me, a vertebrate. He takes me to the side of a ditch, a ditch that i walked passed several times looking for my ten pointer. There, 5-6 feet down in the ditch was bones and the skull of a buck. Its been there for a long time, about 17 months to be exact!! After a phone call to a DNR Officer to tell him whats going on because deadheads can be a serious offence here. He made it about 175 yards to a ditch that I walked right passed numerous times looking for him. The last blood was found about 15 yards from his last resting place. His rack was perfect, not a nibble. Bitter sweet end.
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Topic: Bitter Sweet find,,,ending a two year search! Pictures added, 03/18/18 (Read 2249 times)
