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Question by 2Poppa. Uploaded on May 07, 2009
I've ran across 2, both where there for a millisecond then gone, like ghost. Barely enough time to even realize what I was looking at, let alone try and get a shot off. Both were in country where the vegetation was so thick you could barely see your hand in front of your face, and trying to pursue was futile at best.
Sounds like you may have caught them in a bedding area!
Whenever I see them, it becomes a mystical thing, where my senses begin to communicate with the ultimate reality.
I encountered one of those bucks that folks always tell you they have seen, you know the local legend that been around for 20 years... yeah right... we always say...
It was mid afternoon and the rut was going on strong. I was walking a fence line to my stand site and noted a movement over the fence about 50 yards away. There he was, a for real typical 6 X 6 whitetail buck that would have scored in the high 160's if he did not make the book. He was nosing a doe and walking slowly, didn't have a clue I was there. He had it all width, tine length and mass.
I didn't panic, I eased the rifle up looked through the scope, squared the cross hairs and kept the muzzle swinging with the bucks pace and squeezed off. The buck turned and looked in my direction then ran off with the doe. I couldn't believe it! I then noticed the 2 inch sumac sapling that I dead centered with the bullet just off the muzzle of the rifle. I hadn't noticed it in the scope!
I was glassing what I thought to be a nice 6 point bull at a 1000 yards when I turned up the spotting scope turned out to be a monster non typical muley with only about 10 min of light left couldnt plan a stalk in time and have not seen him sense, nobody else has either other wise would have heard about him. Gonna try for him this year.
As they say ... the devil is in the details.
I did the same thing with a 125-grain Thunderhead. It hit the sapling, and toppled the small tree on top of the buck. I couldn't believe how high he jumped after the tree scared him.
I think I may have camped out there all night.
If a 6-point bull looks nice at a 1000-yards, he must have been a Mack Daddy!
I did and I'm ashamed to admit the details here but my uncle has a 440 acre bean farm and I drove out there and parked one day just glassing and reading, I had my daughter with me so we were haveing family time. Well she finally fell asleep and as said I was reading my favorite gun mag when sure enough a huge 10 point steped out on her side at about 200 yards. I tried opening my door and easing out but as soon as it opened he was gone. Lovely deer great spread with good symetry. I cherish every moment I spend with my daughter I just wish she would have been awake to see it!
Two booners both in velvet both in the edge of Lenexa KS. The first was a big old typical 7 X 7 in velvet up to his big pot belly in Soybeans. I stopped on highway 7 to glass him and another guy stopped, pulled out a video camera and started filming.
The other was with 4 lesser bucks in a hay field off highway 10. He was a massive NT with antlers only about halfway grown. The bases were as big as my wrists and points were starting to spread everywhere.
Had a shot at a massive 8 pointer few years ago. He was standing taking a whiz. I was sneaking down a wooded draw near Randolf KS during the Sep ML season. My ball bullseyed a tall thin Hickory right on line with his shoulder.
Your daughter will someday tell you,"dad,you've told me that story a million times!"
Ha,ha,ha. I'm sure that will be like music to your ears. I do love huntin' those bean fields,especially early season.
You're killin' me!
Ya gotta love those big 'ol pot belly, sway-back toads!
Bases as big as your wrist?
Sounds like he had great potential!
Every time I see one of these majestic giants, I wished I would have taken a picture.
I almost always have a camera, but fail to use it.
But instead, I stand in awe and true astonishment, every time I have the opportunity to gaze at one!
Great stories guys, hope to hear more!
I have had 3 encounters with what I would consider legendary deer. The first was Tank. Tank had been hunted hard for years and had been shot at 7 times and hit twice. (all archery) It still ran the ridge line near my property. I had Tanks son on the wall already, a 14 point with a 26 in spread but not the trophy himself.
I'll try to make this breif. Tank was bedded 20 yards away for 30 mins. I had no shot and the longer I waited the more nervous the doe around me were getting. Tank eventually stood up and walked into the open for a perfect broadside shot at 15 yards. When I pulled back the does blew and Tank ran off to 38 yards. My rule is to never release an arrow on an animal that is tense unless he is less than 20 yds away. Deer jump strings and I try to avoid it at all possible.
I broke my own rule and released an arrow at the giant. I fished it between a bush and a tree and the flight was perfect. Tank ducked at the last second and I hit him high. Tank dropped like a rock and laid there. It was too low for a spine shot but I knew by the angle of the arrow this buck was mortally wounded. This is when I made my second mistake. I started climbing down my treestand to recover my trophy when my trophy got up and ran off.
I backed out, grabbed my son and went home. I hung my bow up for the season (except for meat) and spent nearly everyday for 3 months searching for my trophy. Tank ran for 300 yards and wedged himself between a barn and old tracter equipment and died. I walked past him dozens of times and never saw him. I heard in the rumor mill a giant skull and rack were found near my farm. It was Tank. My neighbor never let me have the rack except once to score it. 176inches gross non typical.
Deer #2 was an unnamed buck that walked through my backyard while I had the chainsaw going. 228 gross non typical. A massive triple droptine. Shot by a buddy of mine shortly after. That SOB stood there and looked at me less than 30 yrds away for what seemed eternity.
The 3rd buck is the best story. I'll get back to you.
1984, I had just killed the largest deer of my life, a good 4 1/2-5 1/2 yr old 11 pointer. I had some doe scent out and had spine shot my buck. For several minutes before he died he laid there banging his antlers against a sapling. Later I'm standing over him ready to gut and I hear a ruckus charging up the hill. Within seconds the biggest most beautiful buck I ever saw was standing 15 yards from me looking around for my buck. He didn't care about me, I don't think my human form registered in his brain. His neck was all swoll up. His antlers were wide and slung a bit forward. They were the color of piano keys. I couldn't shoot him, back in the 80's it was one deer your done. I watched him trot off to my right continuing uphill and praying I don't hear a shot. Next year I thought, but I never saw him again.
You have had some exciting encounters!
Did your neighbor allow you to take pictures of Tank?
I know of an 18-year old that thumped a 170-inch, wide beamed buck below his tree stand, in the same spot on the body you hit Tank.
He got on a cell phone and started talking loud and proud to his dad, and the buck got up and was never seen again.
Can't wait for the 3rd buck story ...by the way buckhunter,what state do you reside in?
Wow! That happens frequently here in Kentucky especially during the rut.
Gotta love those piano key colored racks!
I'm assuming that you shot your biggest buck during the rut!
Sorry, this is going to take a while but mine was on the way to a bow stand. I made all kinds of racket getting to the stand over a trail and just as I was ready to climb the tree I heard a twig snap about 200yds behind me. I slowly looked back over my shoulder and saw a rack the size of a bull elk on a MONSTER whitetail that had a brisket the size of an angus steer. I blocked the movement with my body and slowly knocked and arrow and prayed, the wind was with me but I didn't see how I could get a shot from the ground five feet from the trail he was on. As luck would have it, he kept coming, taking time to browse all the way. When he got along side me, not more than five feet away, he smelled me. He crouched and snorted snot all over my left arm. He immediately dropped his head in a charging posture and started to stomp his foot and snort. I continued to stay frozen, having been taught that if you don't move, whitetails don't see you. I didn't move but was sure he could hear my heart thumping and see my hands shaking. The sweat dripping off my nose was a dead give away. I was looking right into his eyes for about five minutes and had plenty of time to count and size of each of the eight massive points he had on each side with a rack that had to weigh 25 pounds if it weighed an ounce. The spread was over 30 inches and the height was about the same. I remember thinking that almost all of his tines could go clear through me and I shook even worse. He finally settled down and grabbed a mouthful of grass, chewing his cud while he stared at me, the hair still standing up on his neck. I just couldn't wait any longer, when he bent his head down and closed his lips over the next clump of grass, I pulled up my bow for a quick shot. He literally left with the speed of a lightening bolt and the dirt that kicked up into my eyes momentarily blinded me. I didn't want to shoot him in the rear so I held off ffor a split second. At 25 yards, he spun to look back for a perfect broadside shot. I let the arrow fly right for his heart. To my amazement, he looked like a pro shortstop, watching the arrow all the way and leaping straight up to jump over the arrow as it buried itself about six inches deep in the tree behind him. Once on the ground again, he trotted out to about 100 yards watching me all the way. He posed out there in the wide open sunshine and let me take in a beautiful sight I will remember as long as I live. Although I have seen numerous genetic giants and as a taxidermist mounted a great many of them, I have never seen a perfect sixteen point with that mass on such a gigantic body. What a vision! It has kept me coming back ever since because I know it can happen where you least expect it. Although I looked long and hard, I never saw him again and, to my knowledge, no one else ever has either.
I live in Ohio and I did have pictures of Tank but lost them when my computer crashed. I hope he still has the rack. I want more pictures.
A third large buck that I have encountered was Stickers. A 195 inch gross non typical.
Stickers was broadside at 12 steps, I was at full draw with my "zero" pin floating over a perfect double lung shot. A small twig stretched across the kill zone. The twig was smaller than a pencil but it lay perfectly across the lungs. I could shoot the head off a squirrel at 30 yard with my bow. The twig was no problem.
Turn the clock back two years. I was in the same stand where I shot a buck named Tank. I let the emotions of having a large buck within range take over and I took a shot I would not have normally taken. From the story above you may already know the buck was recovered by a farmer several months later. I spent months wandering the countryside looking for that deer promising myself I wouldn't let that happen again.
Back to Stickers. I held that bow back as long as I could. The temptation was there to let the arrow fly but I don't release an arrow at deer if there is something in the way. Tank was still fresh in my mind after 2 years.
I didn't shoot. I eased up on the draw the best I could but my right arm shot forward and the motion spooked deer in every direction. There were whitetails flying everywhere. I turned my head for a second to watch the deer run out of sight. I turned my head back over and Stickers was still standing there. After all the deer had ran off Stickers stayed put.
This is the part that is surreal. Stickers is staring at me 12 steps away. He takes two steps forward into the wide open. I draw again. Years of practice take over and the shot is only a vague memory. Stickers walks off about thirty yards and turns around to look at me again. He flicks his tail and lays down in the leaves. Then he lays his head down.
I first met Stickers during the summer and had filmed him on September 4th. A full month prior to archery season. That was the last I had seen him until the day I shot him December 9th. Stickers spent the entire archery season, rut and gun season doing whatever it is these big ones do. What makes him memorable is that he tested my will. I didn't panic and let him pass. My reward was another shot.
Somehow I think Stickers knew that.
I had to laugh when you said the Bruiser Buck snorted snot on you.That was one heck of a look ... staring a monster in the face,face to face!
Not many people get that close to a legendary whitetail,let alone see one.
That buck may have jumped a few arrows in his time!
You sound like a true ethical deer huntin' man!
That was another great deer huntin' story about Stickers.
You mentioned the word surreal. Everytime I see a monster in the woods,it's like that for me too.
Time stands still, and it's almost like I'm not inside my body,just an observer of something so majestic and significant.
Thanks for sharing!
You guys have got me wanting deer season to get here soon. Matter of fact after turkey season,I always go and adjust and set-up my tree stands for the season.
Great stories guys!
Hey Buckhunter, I live 12-miles south of Cincinnati,Ohio,and hunt not far from a town,called Chillo,on the Ohio River.
Are you very far from there?
2Poppa, Oh yes my buck was swollen up too, and I'm proud of the mount.
2Poppa, I live 35 miles East of Columbus.
Sounds like your in big buck territory.
I have never had one of those encounters, although I have not been hunting that long. But if I did I would probably try to get a shot off after I went back home and changed my shorts!
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