As I mentioned before, your days tend to run together when thinking back over my previous week. What I do remember is that at this point in the game it is TURKEYS 3 / HUNTER 0! They come in to the stand, I move, they run, I retrieve arrow!
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I knew the buck was a nice one and remember counting 9 points just before I changed my focus to a spot just behind his shoulder....
As I said, I was hunting in a great spot that had funnels within funnels. As the doe came closer a nice dead fall and a small gulley funneled her out from under my stand and right to the creek. She hesistated slightly at the dead fall and than took three steps into drink.
The cottonwood tree I was in was perfect for this approach, as you can see I had good cover and watched through the branches as the buck followed intensly.
The shot was only 12 yards and I still remember my yellow fletch disappearing tight behind the shoulder. The buck exploded across the river in one giant leap and a few quick steps. He looked back over his shoulder, stiffened his legs and just tipped over. :eek:
What an unbelievably intense 6 seconds! The doe just stood there watching the whole scene unfold, and then slowly walked away. Not 30 yards away was my first Kansas buck! My arrow, now crimpson red lay buried in the ground, the entire creek bottom quiet. I just sat there looking down at my hands which had developed a slight shake. I hung my bow back on the hook and smiled.
Topic: My Kansas Story!!! (Read 1978 times)
