Native Hunter
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My son killed the oldest buck on our place this morning. We had named him the Toad Frog Buck.
We were hunting together and in the blind well before daylight. Just before legal shooting time, I saw what appeared to be a buck pushing a doe in one of the food plots, but it was too early to see well. Daylight came and we had a long dry spell of not seeing anything. The morning was wearing away, and finally 6 does came out into another plot to our West and started feeding.
We were watching these does but also looking at other places at the same time. All of a sudden I saw a single doe to the East in a shooting lane and she turned into the NWSGs. Right behind her was the buck, and he also disappeared into the NWSGs. I had another shooting lane about 200 yards in the direction they were heading, so my son got set and started watching there. We never saw the doe again, but sure enough, the buck popped out into the other lane, but then quickly went back into cover. My son waited patiently, and in a few minutes the buck reappeared. This time he was able to get on him and the rest is history.
The shot was roughly 266 yards. The bullet entered the lungs on the right side and exited through the shoulder on the left side. The deer jumped and cut off into cover fast, but we found him only 25 yards from where he was hit. I was glad to see him get this deer, and it was all the two of us could do to get him into the bed of the pickup.
We were hunting together and in the blind well before daylight. Just before legal shooting time, I saw what appeared to be a buck pushing a doe in one of the food plots, but it was too early to see well. Daylight came and we had a long dry spell of not seeing anything. The morning was wearing away, and finally 6 does came out into another plot to our West and started feeding.
We were watching these does but also looking at other places at the same time. All of a sudden I saw a single doe to the East in a shooting lane and she turned into the NWSGs. Right behind her was the buck, and he also disappeared into the NWSGs. I had another shooting lane about 200 yards in the direction they were heading, so my son got set and started watching there. We never saw the doe again, but sure enough, the buck popped out into the other lane, but then quickly went back into cover. My son waited patiently, and in a few minutes the buck reappeared. This time he was able to get on him and the rest is history.
The shot was roughly 266 yards. The bullet entered the lungs on the right side and exited through the shoulder on the left side. The deer jumped and cut off into cover fast, but we found him only 25 yards from where he was hit. I was glad to see him get this deer, and it was all the two of us could do to get him into the bed of the pickup.