I've been scouting any and all public land within an hours drive of my house.
Well last week I was out on one of those WMA's scouting/hunting with my Bamboo Backed Osage Longbow (one of the few I've made).
The reason I had a bow is because I still have one last doe tag (no buck tags). I've never taken a deer with this particular bow and would really like to, so I'm doing more hunting than scouting.
Last week in the morning, I put my face in the wind and was stalking trails between bedding and late season browse, and was able to get nearly in range of a small group of nanny goats (does). I also found a very promising ridge that I felt was one of those "overlooked" areas, and maintained I would return in the evening one day.
Today, I found about 30 minutes before dark to escape out to my newly found honey hole.
Longbow in hand, wind in my face, I was slowly working my way across the ridge hoping to catch one slipping across, and I heard the familiar rustle of dead leaves. I slowly turn my head to the south, and make eye contact with a buck that was bigger than either of the bucks I killed this year. (130ish and 140ish).
He gave me a broadside 12 yard shot, and all I could do was smile. 3 or 4 seconds felt like an eternity and he blew out of there, but I got a great look at what was easily a 140+ inch 10 point rack.
It was a good day, but kind of sad. Thank God for a great season.
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