Saturday morning was a good one! I'm in a stand of flat timber at the base of a ridge full of pair of hills that rise to cedar flats and feed fields. Behind me is a creek, and passed that a huge field with a mix of corn and beans...both of which are still standing.
I am being tormented by a dozen or more squirrels; every heavy crunch of leaves makes me think a deer is coming. Could be why I almost missed seeing a 130-class 10 pt moving on the other side of the creek. I tried a range of calls, but he didn't want to come play.
About 30 min later, I see a flicker of white. Using my binoculars, I see it is the 7 pt I saw the night before. He is walking along the base of the hills toward me. Now, I have groomed this stand for years by dragging deadfall around to make this natural funnel even narrower.
At 12 yards, he stops sniffs the air, and looks up at me. I squint my left eye and hold my bow limb in front of my face. I'm waiting for him to turn broadside. Instinct takes over when his head pivots left and I draw the Fox back. He's on script and turns to look back, pausing long enough for me to aim and release.
The arrow doesn't pass through and I hear it break as he screams passed a large tree during his retreat. Even though I loose sight of him, I hear the "bull in the china shop" and I know he's fallen. The rest is better with pics...
Topic: Kansas 7 point (Read 1455 times)
