I was pretty much covered up with deer all morning till about 8:30, then It got quite and I wasn’t even really paying attention. All of the sudden I could smell the wreaking odor of a rutting buck. I look up and scar leg is 20 yards out headed to my hand corn.
I had already made up my mind, I wasn’t waiting on one particular deer any more as I had ruined a few seasons that way and killing a mature East Texas buck on 20 acres basically in my back yard is good enough of an accomplishment.
He came in from the south parallel with my property and then backed up and circled back around from the north to check things out. This gave me a chance to grab my bow. He looked away and I drew back but had forgot to pull my wool neck gator down. I fumbled with it trying to rake it down with my release hand and finally was able to anchor on him. By this time he picked up my movement and locked in on me. He was slightly quarter too. I held tight against his shoulder aiming to slip my arrow behind shoulder bone and let it fly.
I immediately saw it impact low and forward, passing through though. He spun around and bolted headed south towards my house. I knew it’s wasn’t great but with a pass through I figured I might have got heart and lower lungs and he would die soon.
30 Minutes later I retrieve my arrow and it’s covered in lung blood. I took up the trail but it was cold. No blood at all and I consider myself a pretty good blood trailer.
I shed some layers and eased south along the steep creek bank but couldn’t find a drop. So I started over and decided maybe he doubled back once out of sight and went the other way towards the north end of creek.
Shorty after I found blood and lots of
It. Puddles and long streaks along the path he took. Picture perfect blood trail..... and b I knew he wasn’t far.... he crossed the steep creek, unbelievable... eventually leaving the property and crossing a neighbors back yard after 175 from the shot.
I got my truck and went for permission. Luckily he allowed and decided to help.. we went to work. Crossing the creek twice again , at times on my hands and knees to find the next drop. 665 yards later it ended in the creek.
No blood crossing it and no tracks... I started walking inside the creek banks and when I turned a sharp bend there he was 50 yards traveled in the creek!
I floated him up the creek a ways to where I found a spot to drag him out. Then we drug him about 450 yards to the road where I was able get my 4 wheeler. Man I was worn out!
He won’t score much but I’ve known him all his life as scar leg. I had him at 5.5 and his teeth show the same. I couldn’t be happier. Tagged out in East Texas now and 1 tag left for West Texas.
Brisket smoking, bags packed,
rolling out at 4am. Time for some short rest!
Thanks for following along. Till next time
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I had already made up my mind, I wasn’t waiting on one particular deer any more as I had ruined a few seasons that way and killing a mature East Texas buck on 20 acres basically in my back yard is good enough of an accomplishment.
He came in from the south parallel with my property and then backed up and circled back around from the north to check things out. This gave me a chance to grab my bow. He looked away and I drew back but had forgot to pull my wool neck gator down. I fumbled with it trying to rake it down with my release hand and finally was able to anchor on him. By this time he picked up my movement and locked in on me. He was slightly quarter too. I held tight against his shoulder aiming to slip my arrow behind shoulder bone and let it fly.
I immediately saw it impact low and forward, passing through though. He spun around and bolted headed south towards my house. I knew it’s wasn’t great but with a pass through I figured I might have got heart and lower lungs and he would die soon.
30 Minutes later I retrieve my arrow and it’s covered in lung blood. I took up the trail but it was cold. No blood at all and I consider myself a pretty good blood trailer.
I shed some layers and eased south along the steep creek bank but couldn’t find a drop. So I started over and decided maybe he doubled back once out of sight and went the other way towards the north end of creek.
Shorty after I found blood and lots of
It. Puddles and long streaks along the path he took. Picture perfect blood trail..... and b I knew he wasn’t far.... he crossed the steep creek, unbelievable... eventually leaving the property and crossing a neighbors back yard after 175 from the shot.
I got my truck and went for permission. Luckily he allowed and decided to help.. we went to work. Crossing the creek twice again , at times on my hands and knees to find the next drop. 665 yards later it ended in the creek.
No blood crossing it and no tracks... I started walking inside the creek banks and when I turned a sharp bend there he was 50 yards traveled in the creek!
I floated him up the creek a ways to where I found a spot to drag him out. Then we drug him about 450 yards to the road where I was able get my 4 wheeler. Man I was worn out!
He won’t score much but I’ve known him all his life as scar leg. I had him at 5.5 and his teeth show the same. I couldn’t be happier. Tagged out in East Texas now and 1 tag left for West Texas.
Brisket smoking, bags packed,
rolling out at 4am. Time for some short rest!
Thanks for following along. Till next time
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