Familytradition
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I personally can't name just one. I had a doe, very small spike, and a button buck come bed under my stand. I believe the spike was a fawn that produced a very small rack. He had one inch curls of hard bone unlike most button bucks. The spike and button did a little sparing before bedding with the doe for about an hour. All of a sudden two does came crashing into the thicket and scared the sleeping deer into full run. This scared the does. They looked like quail rising out of there.
Another time I shot a small doe who ran headfirst into a tree next to my stand at a full run. Sounded like a home run hit.
The third is story is the only time that I have witnessed full on combat between mature bucks. It was the Saturday before gun season here in Indiana. We had many mature bucks using this farm. I had a picture of a huge double droptine buck and my family was pumped with excitement. We all headed to our best stands waiting on droptine. Before sunrise we had an awful commotion arise in the 50 acre thicket that my dad and I were both hunting. My grandfather was 200 yards south of me where my dad would later connect with droptine the day after Thanksgiving. Turned out droptine and a buck we called ten with stickers where in full on rage mode. It sounded like 50 deer were running back and forth. These bucks fought and ran this doe all over this 360 acre farm. Giving each of us a glimpse of at least one of these giants as they went by in the dark. Right at first light it all stopped. Ten with stickers appeared right on the path leading to my stand and beat a cedar in defeat as droptine took the doe out the end of the thicket. I could hear the rage in his grunts as he stood 12 yards from me beating this poor tree to death; I could tell that he wasn't used to loosing his girlfriends. I needed one more step and a glimmer more of light in order to get my shaft in the boiler room. I just could not see my pin nor get around that tree. At that moment, like he knew that he was about to die, he stopped and slipped back into the thicket as quite as a mouse. I think this fight might have been the one that broke off droptine's droptines and the coolest kicker point that I have ever seen on a whitetail. Ten with stickers was only spotted one more time. He walked right under my dad who had just used his only buck tag the day before. Ten with stickers got the last laugh after all.
Another time I shot a small doe who ran headfirst into a tree next to my stand at a full run. Sounded like a home run hit.
The third is story is the only time that I have witnessed full on combat between mature bucks. It was the Saturday before gun season here in Indiana. We had many mature bucks using this farm. I had a picture of a huge double droptine buck and my family was pumped with excitement. We all headed to our best stands waiting on droptine. Before sunrise we had an awful commotion arise in the 50 acre thicket that my dad and I were both hunting. My grandfather was 200 yards south of me where my dad would later connect with droptine the day after Thanksgiving. Turned out droptine and a buck we called ten with stickers where in full on rage mode. It sounded like 50 deer were running back and forth. These bucks fought and ran this doe all over this 360 acre farm. Giving each of us a glimpse of at least one of these giants as they went by in the dark. Right at first light it all stopped. Ten with stickers appeared right on the path leading to my stand and beat a cedar in defeat as droptine took the doe out the end of the thicket. I could hear the rage in his grunts as he stood 12 yards from me beating this poor tree to death; I could tell that he wasn't used to loosing his girlfriends. I needed one more step and a glimmer more of light in order to get my shaft in the boiler room. I just could not see my pin nor get around that tree. At that moment, like he knew that he was about to die, he stopped and slipped back into the thicket as quite as a mouse. I think this fight might have been the one that broke off droptine's droptines and the coolest kicker point that I have ever seen on a whitetail. Ten with stickers was only spotted one more time. He walked right under my dad who had just used his only buck tag the day before. Ten with stickers got the last laugh after all.
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