Last Thursday evening me and the father in law took off to his family land in Schleicher County. Had a North wind Friday so my tripod was out. Grabbed the rifle and got in the gun stand. Saw A LOT of deer Friday morning and really enjoyed being in the woods and watching the wildlife. I have a 3 second "brunch" spin set on my feeder that goes off at 8:15. As soon as it went off several deer started heading to the feeder. A really nice 4/5 yo 8pt came in from the North and after checking him out for a minute or two I decided I would kill him. Its a 125 yd shot to the feeder and I put a pretty good shot on him. He mule kicked, spun around, and did the deer plow for about 30 yds and died. Friday evening we both saw a lot of deer, but nothing that really impressed us. Saturday morning the wind turned to the South east, so the tripod was a go. Had deer at the feeder before 7:00 and at 8:25 (after the brunch spin) I picked out a nice old doe and let her eat a Muzzy for breakfast. She ran about 20 yds and was done. Saturday evening I climbed back into the tripod with the intentions of taking another doe. Feeder spun at 4:30 and had deer working through the oaks heading my way. 2 doe, a yearling and a nice 3/4 yo 8 with a broke G2 that we call "7 and a quarter". 7 1/4 is not on the hit list, so I didnt pay him much attention. Anyrate, as they are working their way closer to the feeder, I pick out the bigger doe and get ready to kill her as soon as she gives me a good angle. 7 1/4 starts messing with the girls and she wont be still for more than a second or two. All of a sudden another buck slides in to the feeder from my left. He is an older 8 point deer, probably a 5 yo and maybe 6, but he is less than average with his headgear. He outweighs 7 1/4 by at least 40 lbs, if not more. I very quickly switch from doe mode to skim mode and decide to kill the old 8. He gets broadside at 17 yds and I let the Muzzy fly making one of the worst shots I have ever made. Hit him high and spined him. He hits the dirt and starts struggling trying to get back up and I knew I needed to get another arrow in him. He finally got in a position with his belly facing me and I was able to slide another arrow through his chest and into his heart. We dont have a scale at our cleaning station but this dude weighed 170 lbs if he weighed 5. He was a toad. My FIL ended up shooting a good doe Sunday morning. We had a great trip
Anyrate, the Deer Gods took care of me this past weekend !!!
Anyrate, the Deer Gods took care of me this past weekend !!!
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