That's the beer guy?
That's the beer guy?
I think I see where the mistake was made...
There hasn't been a buck killed on MCAAP this year that grossed 158"
But there has been one that was killed that Weighed 158
It was an 11 that grossed 131 and netted 126, which this one here was supposed to net just over 125"
There is also only one 12pt this year (like this one) and it grossed 138 and netted 125
I think imhntn might have misunderstood his buddy.
There hasn't been a buck killed on MCAAP this year that grossed 158"
But there has been one that was killed that Weighed 158
It was an 11 that grossed 131 and netted 126, which this one here was supposed to net just over 125"
There is also only one 12pt this year (like this one) and it grossed 138 and netted 125
I think imhntn might have misunderstood his buddy.
Allout "score" the deer Dennis posted.
There is to much going on there to tell from those pics. Really need better close ups of the rack, can't really tell where one tine ends and another begins....
But from what I can see right there
I'm getting him 150"-155ish"
But that's just a guess
Hell of a deer! I love those dark racks. I think they look really good on the wall. Congrats!
So I took this buck on a draw hunt at Waurika WMA. It was a muzzle loader hunt that started Tuesday at noon and ended today at noon. I have a long history with Waurika. I don't hunt there much since moving away from that area 5 years ago. I learned all kinds of lessons on that WMA. Cut my teeth on public land hunting there really. I was ecstatic that I was able to draw a tag for this hunt.
I got down there on Sunday evening and scouted from then until Tuesday morning before the hunt. It was very clear that things were really starting to heat up with the rut. I saw as many mature bucks scouting for the hunt as I have seen all season. This was exciting to me. Evening one and the only full day were both very public land eventful to say the least. I will save the full day story for another post. :-)
This morning I went back in to a spot that had a hot doe in it every day since Sunday. There had also been a mature buck in there with the doe each day. However, not the same buck. Daylight hit and about 500 yards away I can see a large bodied deer slowly weaving through the grass. I could tell it was a buck but wasn't sure if it was a shooter. Yes, I even set standards on this bonus hunt. A few minutes later I was certain that this was a shooter. He was alone which was odd compared to the last few days but he was clearly cruising. There were 3 does about 400 out from me and he zeroed in on them. He weaved through, around, near, and by them for the next thirty minutes. I began a near on them during this time. at 7:35 he bedded down near the does and all I could see was the tops of his antlers.......... This is what dreams are made of. I continued to sneak as the does milled around him. by 7:50 they had all bedded within 10 yards of him. None of which were visible to me in the grass they bedded in. I knew I could get close by looking at the grass and broom weed between me and them. When the last doe bedded I was 250 yards away. So I took in on the belly crawl. I was soon at 125 and looking ahead I knew I could at least get to 100. I choose a spot and crawled to it which ended up being 85 yards. 8:15am
Now what? I wait and wait, and wait, and I am getting anxious. I grunt thinking he might stand........... Nope. I bleat thinking he might stand........ Nope. So I wait, and wait, and wait............ 9:30am
I am getting bored and my inner bow hunter with a muzzle loader in my hand. Let's get closer. So I sneak in to 80. 9:50am
Crap, this hunt is over at noon. I howl like a yote................. Nada. I get bored and the inner bow hunter inches forward. 68 yards. 10:00am
It's getting real that this deer may not get up. I whistle, non stop while looking through the scope for 3 minutes straight................... Try again. SERIOUSLY!!!! 10:15am
Screw this, I am getting closer, 48 yards. Bow range. Awwwww, I am comfortable now. 10:22am
Let's talk to this deer. "HEY DEER! LET'S GO! Get! COME ON!" .................. You guessed it. Blew me off. 10:30
Does decide to get up and leave....................... He is sleepy. So he stays. 10:40am
I think I might just charge him. Yup Great idea. I am doing it in 5 minutes. 10:45am
That's a stupid idea you moron. 10:46am
Let's yell, whistle. grunt and fart loud........................... Is this a decoy deer?! 10:55am
I give up. Let's just wait.
10:58am................... He casually stands up. Like nothing ever happened. I didn't even let him straighten his legs completely. :-)
I was numb, my feet were asleep, my body ached and I was freezing because like any genius hunter, I took a sweater off before starting the stalk 3 hours earlier. It was an awesome hunt. I was so happy to finally knock a mature deer down at the is WMA. I am pretty happy with him. Yes I did the happy dance. Yes I laid on the ground and reflected. Yes I shook with joy. However, that is every deer I am able to successfully kill.
Here are a few more pics as well and listen, go hunt, if it isn't happening where you live then it is fixing to blow wide open. For reference 17 inches of brow tines and 18 3/4' wide.
What a great buck and a great story to go with it. Congratulations. That is a good one.
I went bow hunting on Thursday morning and about 0615 I could make out a good buck and see a nice rack on him with my binoculars. I could see he had a kicker that went straight out one side. It was too early to be slinging an arrow. I was forced to watch him walk away. I was heart broken. I sat till nearly noon in the stand hoping to see him again. I saw many deer. I actually saw 4 bucks before legal shooting time. Just before the front moved in, I moved to my pick up to take an hour and half nap and charge the cell phone. I moved to a different stand because of the changing wind. I watched several deer that evening, but the one I wanted never came by.
I was in stand Friday morning at 0530 and once again before legal shooting time, I could make out 2 bucks in the food plot. I sat in silence watching the bucks through my binoculars feed and meander around before leaving. As the sky brightened several doe came in as well as a couple bucks. The 10 point buck chased the does all morning grunting and running sure entertained. About 9:00 o'clock, Big Nasty stepped out on the food plot at just over 100 yards away. I glassed him and immediately knew he was the one! I watched as he grazed slowly across the food plot but appearing that he would pass by at over 75 yards away. I took the moment to enjoy the time I had to watch him and calm my nerves. I took several pictures as he walked and grazed. Then, I decided, I wasn't going to give up...I cupped my hands around my mouth and made a short doe bleat. He acted like he never heard it. The wind was howling hard, so I cupped my hands and tried for a little louder doe bleat. He stopped to look around shortly, but then continued on slowly grazing. I decided to really get some noise behind the next one and he stopped in his tracks and turned toward me. Ears turned to pick up any sound. A small 6 point came out of the trees, and out the food plot. I bleated one more time and the 6 point was locked in and coming at a trot. Big Nasty, looked like he wasn't having any part of it and he started trying to catch up. I was quick to make sure my arrow was nocked and grabbed my range finder. 88, 76, 68, 62, 58!!! Oh this is really happening! 51, 47, 44, 41, 38, 35!!! I put the range finder down, and pulled back to full draw. The buck had stopped and turned broadside and I quickly looked to make sure my string wasn't going to slap the fat man coat and clothes I was wearing. I touched my release sending an arrow his way. I don't know if I pulled it, or the wind carried my arrow, but it hit high and nailed the spine. Dropping him in his tracks. I had to do something quick, I knew he wasn't going to run away, but yet, I thought he was surely going to get up and disappear! I knew I had to get another arrow in him and fast! I quickly grabbed and arrow out of the quiver and sent another to anchor my buck!
I was in stand Friday morning at 0530 and once again before legal shooting time, I could make out 2 bucks in the food plot. I sat in silence watching the bucks through my binoculars feed and meander around before leaving. As the sky brightened several doe came in as well as a couple bucks. The 10 point buck chased the does all morning grunting and running sure entertained. About 9:00 o'clock, Big Nasty stepped out on the food plot at just over 100 yards away. I glassed him and immediately knew he was the one! I watched as he grazed slowly across the food plot but appearing that he would pass by at over 75 yards away. I took the moment to enjoy the time I had to watch him and calm my nerves. I took several pictures as he walked and grazed. Then, I decided, I wasn't going to give up...I cupped my hands around my mouth and made a short doe bleat. He acted like he never heard it. The wind was howling hard, so I cupped my hands and tried for a little louder doe bleat. He stopped to look around shortly, but then continued on slowly grazing. I decided to really get some noise behind the next one and he stopped in his tracks and turned toward me. Ears turned to pick up any sound. A small 6 point came out of the trees, and out the food plot. I bleated one more time and the 6 point was locked in and coming at a trot. Big Nasty, looked like he wasn't having any part of it and he started trying to catch up. I was quick to make sure my arrow was nocked and grabbed my range finder. 88, 76, 68, 62, 58!!! Oh this is really happening! 51, 47, 44, 41, 38, 35!!! I put the range finder down, and pulled back to full draw. The buck had stopped and turned broadside and I quickly looked to make sure my string wasn't going to slap the fat man coat and clothes I was wearing. I touched my release sending an arrow his way. I don't know if I pulled it, or the wind carried my arrow, but it hit high and nailed the spine. Dropping him in his tracks. I had to do something quick, I knew he wasn't going to run away, but yet, I thought he was surely going to get up and disappear! I knew I had to get another arrow in him and fast! I quickly grabbed and arrow out of the quiver and sent another to anchor my buck!
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