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My son's Turkey

AmericanWigeon — Sun, 20 Jul 2008 12:41:40 GMT

Here is a picture of my 8 year old son Alex & his first goobler. He shot this bird in full strut at 15 yards with a Rem 870 20 gauge on the PA youth spring goobler hunt.

It weighed 20.5 lbs. 10" beard & 3/4 spurs.

Thanks to the PA Game Commission for starting their youth mentored hunting program. With these new rules my son was able to starting hunting long before his 12th birthday.

I believe that if we instill our sport in our children at an early age they will be less likely to find trouble later in life. JMO

Got my '07 Archery Buck back

Squirrelhunter91 — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 20:35:44 GMT

Well.. today my dad went to pick up my buck from the taxidermist. And man did it come out great! The taxidermist's attention to detail was amazing with every little thing on the mount and I am very pleased. Curvy is home and home for good.

Here's a bunch of pics of where he now hangs, with a left turn, looking out the window and into the woods where he once roamed. The walls in my room are blank except for the buck because we're re painting the room. So the buck on blue wall won't be for long.

But here's the pics:

This swirly thing on his brisket is one of the neatest things about this buck. I've never seen this before on a deer and I think it adds character to him:

When I mentioned earlier about the attention to detail, check out the eyes and the nose. The eyes look so real and the nose looks real and wet. It even has the bumps a nose should have.

Check out some of the taxidermist other work on his site..

www.nevestaxidermy.com

Fernando and Paulo are great to deal with and will work with you to get the mount you want. And as you can see, their mounts are quality.

Finally got around to mounting my 07 buck

skinner0_2 — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 12:32:14 GMT

Heres the buck i harvested in 07 that went 159 5/8 gross. Not bad for a free ranging buck. Helps to be able to do my own Taxidermy as well. Skinner

{Edited to better align the photos}
BowBo

My new 'Man Room'

tntrkyhntr — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 17:58:53 GMT

I moved out of our bonus room, and into the living room, and it was my wife's idea! My oldest son needed his own room, so I listened to my wonderful wife, and gained a lot more space for my trophies now, and the ones to come. The full mount gobbler on the wall was my second ever, the strutter on the floor was last year's triple bearded bird-12", 5", and 5 1/4", my best to date. I thought I would share with everyone, let me know what you think!

2008 Spring Tom -A big tease

BHShaman — Sat, 31 May 2008 04:23:34 GMT

DAY ONE

And so it began, 2007 Turkey Season.
My brother had stayed the night, bunking on an old futon bed in the 'Cave' in the basement.
I had slept on the couch, so the alarm would not wake the wife or kids.
It was 3:30a before I knew it. Never having been a morning person, it is hard to describe the effort of getting up at such an hour.
The only way I can describe it as sort of like being in a giant pool of jello and trying to swim the top. Slow, torturous, and not at all pleasant. But, finally I awake.

I, go down and make sure my brother is up, and we begin the morning hunt routine.
Food, Break, Dress, and out the door. At least this morning it would be a short hike to the blind situated in a neighbors horse pasture.
We saw the turkeys heading down that way in the evening so we thought there would be a good chance they were roosted. Little did we know HOW close. As the dawn broke and a fog rolled in, we could actually see the turkeys roosted off to our right. Attempting to film his first turkey harvest on his pawn shop Sony TRV900, he just about jumped out of his skin to see the birds so close.

After a bit the hens dropped into the field, but the Tom and jakes dropped into the woods. We had hoped that the hens would bring the Tom(s) out into the field, but it did not materialize. After a bit the hens moved across from the right, check out our hens and then proceeded to move back into the woods to rejoin the flock. As disappointed as we were, the ruckus behind us was an amazing thing to hear as an obviously upset flock sorted itself out. Throughout the morning the gobblers moved back and forth in the woods in answer to our calling, but deciding not to try the field out and provide us a shot.

A few hours of watching the fog burn away, some ducks and geese settle in the pond in front of us and a few rounds of sibling one uppance and the day was done.

Day one. Turkey: 1, Hunters: 0.

Video of the Hens

hunting lease

manddoutfitters — Wed, 21 May 2008 14:10:54 GMT

If any of you guys are looking for some hunting land in the North Florida area give me a email we need some members this coming year, we have year round food plots and feeders and a lot of stands allready in place but your not limited to them.Deer ,Turkeys and Hogs.

mike@manddoutfitters.com

2007 - Pest Control

BHShaman — Thu, 15 May 2008 20:58:33 GMT

2007 Spring Turkey - Bow

Turkey hunting, from first to last

My Morning, had to leave blind at 9am due to work.

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4:30am: head to blind, set up 1 hen facing off canter to left of blind.
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5:00am: get first gobble response
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6:00am: Finally lure the tom over the crest and he sees decoy.
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6:00am-8:00am: Tom stops gobbling and Struts, Preens and Stands on Log showing off. Slowly, SLOWLY displays, preens, and peck feeds down the entire length of the field edge to the right, around the corner and hangs up 30yds short and behind vegetation (not clearable)
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8:05am: Second Tom blast into the field gobbling like crazy.
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8:10am: I give up on closer Tom who is stalled and I Box Call the Field Gobbler. He approaches 60 yards out and sees decoy.
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8:10am-8:50am: He circles around to the left continues crossing the field, enters the woods and comes in behind me. He would not enter by 3 rear facing shooting lanes and ends up walking off as well.
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9:00am: I head out, no turkeys in sight.

I moved my blind.
I think the distance that the Toms have to cross from the far side of the field put them on edge when they do not see any hen movement for so long.

I got 2 shots off out of the blind last year when Paired Toms rushed the decoy, but have had 4 other times when single birds fetch up after crossing a couple hundred yards only to see the decoy never move or call back.

I've moved my blind over the little crest and 1/2 to the other side of the field where they usually enter to give them less distance to consider the immobile hen before they are in range.

Guess that is why they call it Turkey Hunting and not Turkey Shooting.

Day 2

Another near miss.
Set up this morning and 2 hens, a jake, and small tom come into the field.
They just would not respond to calling and calmly pecked and strolled on by out of range.

At least there are birds about!
Tomorrow I get 4 hours in the blind.
We'll see what happens.

Day 3

This morning was even more stressful than the other morning.
A larger flock (for around here) came into the top of the field.
About 10 hens, one big tom and 1 jake (I thought).
I called to them as they crossed the top of the field and slowly 4 hens and the jake broke off and started coming by way, the long way. They did a giant circle around the field and came into the decoys the opposite side of where they entered the field.

Now, I am getting excited. They slowly come in and I notice the jack is a young Tom. More color and a 2-3" beard. Here they come, but the tom is out the outside and they are all kind of huddled together. I draw back and hold waiting for a gap.... wait for it... wait for it....
GAH... have to let down.

They peck along slowly, with the Tom still on the outside and just poking his head up every so often and looking at the decoys. I draw back again... wait... wait... wait........ wait. MAN!
I let down again. Still now shot. Now they are about 3/4 out of my shooting arc and still moving along.

I take a couple deep breaths and draw back again. Watching them slowly walk out of my arc and range. The whole time there was not ONE break in the flock that let me have a shot at the small tom.

I'm trying to convince myself it is for the best, that I succeeded in calling them in, and that I'll gt another chance. I have 2 days this week, a week off, and another week before my season is over. And I know there are two other big Toms around. But man! I just wanted to tag out and eat some turkey!!!

Day 4

Yesterday:
Cold, Rainy, Damp.
No turkeys.
BOOO...

Day 5

Finally!
Got up at what I thought was 2am with the baby to feed him.
Then as I was prepping the bottle I realize it said 12:00 not 2:00.. WHOOOOOHOOOOO
2 extra hours of sleep!

So, I get up again at 2:30am, get ready and head down to my Dads.
Get there, say hi and we head out to the blind around 4:30am.
The landowner had said she saw 1 big tom and a couple jakes almost every morning, so we waited.
Around 6:45am a lone jake came in my Dad spotted him out his side of the blind.

I promised my wife that if it had a beard, I would take it down.
He had a beard, so I waited for him to get into my shooting lane and took him down at 21.5 yards.

2007 - Bounty of Harvest

BHShaman — Thu, 15 May 2008 20:53:36 GMT

Bounty of Harvest

It all started the week before.
The season had opened and it was another fall with my own yearling in the house (second child, 9m old). I had no time to scout, but I had a couple spots on my neighbors land picked out.

All that week as I arrived home after a long day; 4am Andrew diaper changing, 5am feeding, 6am Samantha is up, 7am off to drop off kids at Daycares (split with wife, we go in opposite directions)... I get home after a longer than usual work day and stare wistfully out the window. I know there are deer out there somewhere.

On Thursday I am supposed to put my stand up and fix my blind to place on the edge of a field. I get home to find out my wife had tweaked her shoulder working out and is out of commission. I cook supper, give the kids baths, get Andrew in bed and then retire to the living room to dream about being out in the woods.

Friday rolls around and I am going through the 'routine' that evening while my wife is waiting to get into the Drs office this upcoming Monday to get her shoulder checked out. By now it is hardly able to move. The phone rings, it is my brother.

"Shawn", he says in a shaky voice while half whispering, "I just arrowed a doe!" He continues,"I finally got a shot on with the Diablo and it felt soooo smooth. She was quartering away hard but I know it was a good shot. It all felt so magical." I ask him if he needs help tracking, though I was not looking forward to the hour drive knowing Mandy would have to deal with two kids with a hurt arm. Marc replies, "Naw. Charlie is coming to help. If we do not find it by 8:30p, I'll give you a call back." Around 8pm, he calls and excitedly tells me he found her. She went about 80 yards and went down. I congratulate him and ask him if Dad is going to help him skin it out tomorrow. Nope, he is busy.

So I offer to go down and help him out and I'll find Mandy help babysitting with the kids. At that point he suggest I pack my bow up and take a turn in the stand. There were three does in the area and they all came in together. He is sure they will come back out, as he has them well timed and they are walking through like clockwork.

I ask Mandy if she would mind if I put an evening in the stand, and she agrees. She does tell me that not only do I need to do, but if I get the chance I need to take the shot. No waiting for the perfect moment. She has seen me shoot and I need to use the skills I have.

The next day I head out in the late morning down to my brothers. As I make the hour trip I am feeling a little pride in the confidence my wife has in me and her actually saying she knows I can make a humane shot even without the broadside. It fills me with confidence as I head down and makes the drive that much more enjoyable.

I arrive around 1pm and help my brother finish processing his deer. It is a nice time chatting about how exactly they came in, how he kept waiting for the broadside, but finally settled on the quartering away. I take a couple pictures for him, and while it looked like he hit it WAY back, the shockwave sliced and diced all the vitals and left the ponch in place. A textbook shot.

I head over to the landowners place at 3:30 and settle in. I sit enjoying the cool breeze (it had been 80 dgrees all week, fall in Maine - welcome global warming). I slowly turn my head this way and that, my bow across my lap holding my personally assembled arrows in the quiver. I am shooting Xweave Predators fletched myself with Blazers (2 Orange and a White ****** Vane), Bohning Signature Flo Orange Nock and Slick Trick Magnums.

I pull out an arrow and place it in the Whisker Biscuit, and nock it. Staring at the broadhead, I reflect back on the decision to make the switch. Last year I took a buck with a G5 Montec, but the blood trail was less than I would have expected and I just felt my sharpening skills were not good enough to make the most of the broadhead. I bought a couple packs of ST Magnums to try out as an alternative and within my second set of 3, I was hitting 2" squares at 20yds with no tweaking of rest or sights. I was sold.

I sit and wait. In front of me are several old and dying apple trees, still feebly bearing fruit. Several woodpeckers flitter from tree to tree while searching for bugs and soft spots in the trees to find tree worms (or whatever they really are).

Slowly the sun goes down and the sound of traffic slows in the distance. My awareness increases tenfold as the 'right time' approaches. I start scanning more with my eyes, working right to left and slowly turning my head to help my vision reach the tote road to my far left. Time slows down, but it is not boring. It is that time that takes out into the woods. The time where you become part of nature as a predator. Your patience becomes ten fold as you wait. Waiting like a Puma in the trees.

Off to my far right I hear the tell tale sound of a deer. Not surprisingly the small doe has decided to break all the normal rules of access and is coming through the thickest part of the woods instead of the easy tote roads or the two deer trails running parallel to them. I turn my eyes and head slowly, and she is walking straight in. I see that she is small. But, I promised the wife that it was meat I was after and not a trophy. If a deer came out, and did not sport spots, then I would take it.

Slowly she comes in, but relaxed. She walks straight in and under my stand. Stopping for a moment she sniffs the rungs of the ladder stand and sort of glances around. I guess the soles of my 15 year old leather slipper boots (it was so warm I could not wear my 'hunting' boots) did not leave much scent. She then walks out from under the stand and slowly starts walking straight away.

As she comes out from under the stand I wait for her to get out a little and then I stand and turn ever so slowly. Forest Ninja's could not have moved so silently or smoothly. Knowing she could not see at that angle behind her I get myself into position.

She browses a little but slowly continues walking straight out. It is time for a decision! So I wait for her turn? Do I risk her walking straight ahead and under the canopy 30 yards out? I look to my right again (straight ahead of my body now) and check for following does or bucks and see nothing. This is my chance for the evening and I think of my wife back at home, hurt and watching our two kids to give me this chance. I draw.

One of the important pieces of a successful shot is to not change your style. To let your instincts do what you have done dozens, hundreds, thousands of times at home and on the range and in the 3D course (if you are lucky enough to live close). To draw the same, anchor the same, hold the same, and to take the shot when it looks and feels right. Overthink it and you take too long. Get over excited and you shoot too soon. I bring my bow up into the draw (I happen to draw upwards, always have) and line everything up, just like every other time. I envision in my mind where the arrow will go, and aim for the far lung. I ‘see’ the arrow going through to the far leg, down and through.

Without even realizing it my finger smoothly pulls and my Scott Wildcat go off. I see the arrow in flight through my VBG Triangle sight and watch as the arrow strikes HARD. The doe drops instantly and without so much as a kick breathes in and out 4, then 5 times. In the time it take for me to see her drop with the arrow still within her, I have a second arrow out of its quiver and nocked in the rest. Later I would remark to my Dad and brother than my hands just automatically did it, that the next thing I knew I had the bow in the ready position and tension on the dloop. I watch as she takes her last breathe and passes, less than 30 seconds after the shot. I can not express my concern, and then relief that no second arrow would be needed.

As I let my bow down and call my Brother and Dad, I reflect on the shot and wonder if I ‘missed’. I had certainly not intended to spine her. And the arrow not getting pass through had me concerned that I had somehow missed the vitals and hit something harder like the upper scapula. I take great care to respect the doe as I have my Dad take some pictures of where she lay. I give thanks for the bounty and we move the deer off to take care of her in preparation of getting her to the tagging station.

Later, and mostly due to the interest and thoughtful atmosphere of sharing here to help educate ourselves and others, I take special interest in capturing on my camera the entrance, exit, and damage pictures. Upon skinning out the doe I find that my shot was not bad at all. In fact, the arrow passed one blade through the spine, nicked one lung (it did not look like a pull out wound) and punctured the far lung cleanly. There was complete pass through the lower ribs on the far side and the broadhead had actually lodged in the far leg in the lower potion of the shoulder. It was that penetration that required two hands to start the broadhead back out through the body. Interestingly, and maybe it was because it was dark, we had not figured it as a pass through or I would have captured a picture of the broadhead external to the shot.

Attached below are the photo’s that relate to this story.
There are more if people are interested, but these are those that tell the story without being repetitive.

Thank you for the opportunity to share.

Equipment
2006 Diablo NH 65# 26"DL
VBG Triangle w/G5 Peep
WB DX QS
Doinker Multi-Rod 7" D2 Hunter
SIMS Modules as Riser Vibration Dampeners
Scott Wildcat Buckle
Radial XWeave Predator 200s @ 26.75"
Bohning Signature Flo Orange Nocks
Blazer Vanes (2 Flo Orange/1 White)
Slick Trick Magnum 100s
Benchmade Snoddy 210
Buck Woodsman 102
Mossy Oak Camo (of course)

Game
Doe @ 75#s
16yds
Pass Through: Spine/Lung(s), Far Ribs, Lodged in Far Leg
0 Foot Tracking

Supporting Pictures

My second group with Slick Trick Magnum 100s.
I did not shoot a third.

Doe:

Slick Trick Post Shot --
Straight Blade

Only Damage:
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2004 - Day with Dad

BHShaman — Thu, 15 May 2008 20:55:50 GMT

Awake at 3am. Clothes and gear already in the truck.

There I was eating a bowl of cereal, reflecting on the week before when that big ole' tom behind my house just would not step out of the woodline. That day it was Dad's turn to drive over and we spent the later morning (8am) calling in the wily bird after a 5 minute walk into our spot. Smarter than we were, he choose the safe route and spend the rest of the day basking in the fun.

Now a week later it is my turn, and I head out to get to my parents house by 4am.

Arriving early (excited hunters drive faster it seems), I grab another snack at 'the house' (as we call my parents). Dad just got up and he is slowly warming up to it being so early. I guess people in their 50's need more sleep .
He tells me about this great spot that he has called in a few over the last few years and that it will be about a 1/2 hour walk. This of course means ME hauling the trap basket with decoys, rest, etc. To be honest, this desk jockey was not looking fwd to humping all the equipment.

So we make it all the way in, predator calling as we go.
Nothing. We sit for a bit, Nothing. We head back out, switching to box call through a couple fields.

How can a guy almost deaf in one ear hear a turkey gobble so faint it sounds like rustling leaves? I dont know, but I think my father has Hunters ESP. About midway through a field he stops cold. 'TURKEY'. He calls again and this time I hear something that sounds like a chipmunk farting from a mile away (that is how quiet it was). I shrug. Yep, could be a turkey gobble. But knowing about Dad's Hunters ESP, I nod my head yes and we set-up.

The week before, we had been a little more aggressive in our calling and we thought it might have spooked the bird. this week, we took it slow and easy. After about a 1/2 hour of subtle calling the toms start to get more aggressive.

They had circled all the way around us and were now on the other side of the hill. Completely OPPOSITE of where we thought they would come out, but still would present a good (if not a little long) shot. We waited.
Dad whispered a reminder. "Remember, if there are two. I'll count down from 3 and we take them at same time. Left to Left, Right to Right." No need to remind me, but I let him be fatherly. They need that sometimes *wink*.

After a few more minutes two small jakes come running over the hill. "3". They are postureing and we can just see the tops of their heads and thier fans. "2". Rushing fwd now, they are in full strut and circling the hen decoy to face up on the rubberized jake. WAIT, what's that! The BIG TOM is coming in behind. I hesitate for millisecond to see if Dad will call off the count and re-align our shots. Head down, I am all lined up with no change to switch over. "1" Ok, there was the last count. Dad is committed. *breathe*, exhhhhhaaaa *BOOOOOOM* llleeeee.

Nothing like the sound of two Hevi-Shot #5's going off at the same time. My bird drops like a rock, no flap, no quiver.
Dad's just a little flapping while the big Tom dances on his head and leaves a little gift on his newly fallen travel companion. Turkey's certainly show no remorse or compassion for their pals. We stand up and walk forward to check out our bag, and the big tom reluctantly and defiantly walks off.

A great mornings hunt. Two down at the same time. All tagged out, and home for breakfast at 8am. A wonderful day to be a hunter.

My Set-up:
Remington 870 SPS 12G 3.5 in 26" MOBU
Primos JellyHead Choke
Hi-Viz 2 piece sight
Hevi-Shot 1-7/8 #5
Mossy Oak Camo (of course)

Dad's
Remington 870 Xpress 12G 3.5 in 24"
Remington Turkey Choke
Military Sights (like Fire Sights)
Hevi-Shot 1-7/8 #5

My 07' bull

Mt_Man — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 12:30:42 GMT

New to the Forum and thought I would post my 07' archery bull from public land here in Idaho.

Scott McGann
Emmett, Idaho
Mossy Oak Brand Camo Pro Staff
Copper John Advisory Field Staff
Gem County Archery Pro Staff
Hunt Of A Lifetime Western Idaho Chairman

a nice sized piggie...

kingman — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 11:08:12 GMT

Got this piggie last week with my bow...a pass-thru 30 yard shot with a magnum stinger broadhead.
220 lbs. plus some...
http://www.mossyoak.com/forum/Attachment272.aspx

GUTTER's MOUNT IS DONE!

BowBo — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:49:45 GMT

Gutter picked up his buck from the taxidermist on Sat, and stopped by the house to show it to me............. of course I snapped a couple pics!

Gutter (member here) is a real good friend of mine, and Romer's. He killed this buck in the '06 season, on the same property that I got my buck this '07 season.

I absolutely LOVE the CHARACTER on this Buck!!!

I'm going to share some pics from the evening of the kill, that I took that night, too.

Congratulations once again Tom, on a SUPER BUCK!!

Check out that killer twisting dagger of a kicker coming off the front of his left base!

My first doe with a bow

IACamoGirl — Fri, 14 Mar 2008 13:19:10 GMT

my first doe i shot with my friends matthews mustang bow. I was so excited. Not bad for a girl right..lol

Some of my mounts

rodney482 — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 08:30:22 GMT

Here are some of my deer

My 3rd Bow Kill of '05

BowBo — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 10:44:54 GMT

11/8/05

I didn't hunt the morning as I was a little hung over from the Monday night game between the Colts and the Patriots! LOL

Around 12:30 I put on a new suit of camo's, different than the suit I had been wearing the first part of the week. My stand and deer dolly were already in the truck from hunting the day before. I use a cable and padlock to lock them in the bed of the truck while not in use so no one can steal them out of the truck while scouting or what-not. Grabbed my Switchback, fanny pack, and some other stuff and tossed in the truck.

I get down to my parking spot for where I was going to hunt, and realize that the key to the cable/padlock is in my other camo's that I wore the day before.... AT HOME! I'm not turning around and going back home 40 minutes, then another 40 minutes back just for that key to use my stand.... it'll be too late for all that!

NOW> I absolutely hate hunting from the ground here in these parts, ESPECIALLY with a bow! It just seems that you are at a huge disadvantage. Just never feel like I can be successful on the ground.

Anyhow, I then decide that I can't hunt where I wanted to from the ground, it is a stand only spot.............. so now I have to find somewhere else more suitable for ground hunting. So I start driving down the gravel road just looking into the woods for somewhere to possibly go in and find a "ground spot" to hunt. I drive by this large pine hill, and saw there was a small bottom that ran between it and another small pine hill. I parked the truck, grabbed my bow and fanny pack, and headed into the bottom. Once into the woods 100yds or so, there was a section of downed trees that went on for more than 300yds in there (looked as if a small tornado went thru there several years ago). I followed the downed trees until I came to a ravine running perpindicular to the bottom I was in. Found many heavy trails where deer were being funneled thru these different downed trees and tops.... but NO buck sign anywhere! Not even one small rub, much less a scrape, anywhere in the vicinity!!

I backed away from the ravine about 80yds and found a tree top to sit in that was in pretty good cover with major trails running nearby. Sat down on a log for a minute, took off my quiver and fanny pack, knocked an arrow, put on my gloves and face net, put out my Pee Willy Wick with Code Blue on a nearby limb, and started to settle down. Looks like my longest shot here will be about 20yds. Pretty thick stuff all around me. I decided I needed to clear out all the leaves off the ground where I would possibly need to maneuver for a shot, so I thought since I have to make all that noise kicking leaves outta the way, I might as well grab my rattle bag and rattle/grunt while kicking the leaves! Good idea eh?!

So about 30 minutes pass with nothing in ear/eye sight, so I decide to do another rattle/grunt sequence. Within 5-6 minutes I started hearing steps coming my way in the loud dry leaves! I grab my bow off the log, got kneeled down on the ground off the log, and attached my release to the loop. He walked in on me at about 25yds in less than 1 minute from hearing his steps in the leaves! It all was happening so fast!

At my angle I could see that he is "possibly" a 10 pointer, but with some kind of weird tine or kicker on the right side. Knowing this buck wasn't a big buck, but looked to have more points than anything I've ever killed, AND appearing to have some sort of "kicker", AND would be my largest possible bow buck, AND hunting public land, AND with only a quick second to decide.................. I made the decision to try and take him! He was walking DEAD FOR ME! He got to about 15yds when I drew back my Switchback (still on my knees), I was trying to pick a hole in the thick cover to get a clear shot, and he was now 10yds in front of me when he paused for a second.......... I let it fly!

The buck dropped in his tracks like a brick! I hit him high in the back and broke him down. I found out that my first pin (20yd pin) is a little high at "point blank"! (LOL) Stunned for a minute he just laid there, and I'm sitting there in AWE not believing how fast everything just happened. After about 10 seconds he tries to crawl with his front legs, so I knock another arrow and walk around to him for a finishing shot.

It was just such an exciting hunt for me...... to rattle in my first buck, to take my first deer while hunting on the ground, and to take my biggest bow buck ever........... when the day started off quite dissapointing not having access to my stand! Turned out quite well.

Again, not my largest buck ever, but definitely a trophy to me because of how it all came about! Even tho gun season is this coming weekend, I don't regret taking this buck at all, it was a blast of a hunt!

Since Oct 1st, I have killed two mature does, and now this buck with my bow. I can say that I have already had a nice successful season! Thanks to the the good Lord above!

9 pointer with a bent down G-3 on his right side:

Let's see your HUNTING ROOMS

BowBo — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 21:49:40 GMT

This is my "hunting room" as I call it! It was our 3rd bedroom till about 5 yrs ago, I decided to make it a room to put all (well most) of my hunting related stuff into. So I stripped it, floors and all... refinished the hardwood floors in a Walnut stain with urethane, painted the walls, put up outdoors border, strung some camo burlap over the window, and called it home! LOL

I store all my hunting clothes, guns, all hunting accessories, etc, etc in this room!
It is also my hang out for surfing the world wide web!

Does anyone else have a room/area designated to their "hunting stuff"?? If so, let's see it!

My living room has my full body Black Bear, my shoulder mount Whitetail, and my full body Bobcat......... the rest is in here.

BOWBO's "STUFFED" STUFF

BowBo — Thu, 19 Jul 2007 09:14:38 GMT

This is my Manitoba Canada Black Bear.......

This is my only shoulder mounted Whitetail so far..... although I currently have one bigger at my taxidermist!

8 pointer taken off of public land.