To start this off, I will say that I never loosed an arrow. I never even came to full draw. However, I did have the bow pulled a couple inches the entire evening.
Here is the low-down. I scouted all day on Thursday. It was the 2nd time I scouted this area, but have never hunted it. I found a spot I thought would be suiting for a sit about 30 minutes before dark and hung my stand.
The next morning, I noticed several does and a 140"+ 10pt walk by the same tree, too bad it was about 70 yards away. Long story short, I moved.
The move was a great decision. When I climbed into the stand it was about 2pm. As soon as I get into the stand, I take a minute to say a prayer for a safe and good hunt. Before I was finished, I heard some deer coming in...fast!!
I finished my prayer and stood up. About 8 doe came and stoped directly under my stand. I decided to take one, but before I got to full draw, motion caught my eye to my right. I looked over and saw a scrub buck trying to mount a doe. Perfect!! Now is NOT the time to shoot.
I let some of the tension off my string and immediatly heard a grunt. A nice 8 pt came into view. He was about a 115" guy, but was very young. He started chasing the doe and the scrub just wondered off. Little did the 115" know, he should have done the same.
As he chased the doe in circles under my stand, another 8 pt comes into view. He was about a 130". For Arkansas, thats a shooter! Before I could get a good line on him I heard more chaos coming my direction. This time it was 2 more bucks coming to see what was smelling soooo good. One was a wide 10pt that was about 140" and the other was a narrow 10pt about 140"+. The narrow guy was the one from earlier that day.
I was in hog heaven. There were 4 bucks within 40 yards of my stand and 2 of them were over 140"!! They were chasing the hot doe and fighting each other off. The wider of the 2 ten pts seemed to be the stud. He had fought and run off every one of the other bucks within 30 minutes of his arrival. Every time he would whoop and chase one off, they would return within a minute or two of his return. Bad for him...Good for me.
By this time I am just waiting for one to step into an opening. I would take either of the 10 pts if the shot was presented. Then it gets really good!
I heard another grunt and slow steady walking to my right. All of the chaos is to my left. When I turn around, I see the star of the show. In steps a 10 pt that would easily go 165"+...Easy!
That is when my heart hit overdrive. He was a brute. I guessed him to be 5.5 yo.
When he stepped on the scene, he was a game changer. The fights were on!! I could not tell you exactly how many fights I seen, but the smallest 8 pt took more beatings than should be legal. I will say he never backed down...that cat has some grit.
The 165"+ buck, of course, took to the doe. I watched her get bred 3 times. The brute was within 20 yard of my tree 3 or 4 times, but never offered a good shot. He was always straight on or there was some trash in the way. This whole scene lasted until dark. It was awesome!!
I never got a shot, but consider myself supremely blessed to even be able to witness such an evening. It was a hunt that i will never forget. I knew I just had a hunt that might even make them Wensel brothers jealous!
I ain't give up on them yet. I will be back out in the travel areas looking for the ol brute! Maybe I can show you a hero pic of him soon!!
Well, thanks for reading!
God Bless,
Nathan