Tammy Worley of Abilene, TX 11-21-08
Camo | November 28, 2008
For two days in a row I passed on the buck “Forks”, a beautiful 130+inch, 10-point with forked G2’s. Instead I videoed “Forks” at 15 to 25 yards for more than half an hour, all the while I kept saying to myself: “This is not your buck… Just Wait.” What was I thinking…?
Well, I was thinking about the buck I really wanted, “Kicker”, this beautiful 140-inch 10-point. Twice last season he crossed my path and I was so intent on videoing the big buck that I missed my chance to draw on him at 20 yards. I had not seen “Kicker” at all this season until Friday evening Nov. 21st.
The wind had finally turned south east and I was ready to hunt my new tripod Rick had set up for me a few days earlier. Rick said “you will love this tripod.” He was right! I was in a huge Oak tree overlooking a small wheat plot with hills of burgundy, red, orange and yellow oak trees all around. The November view was beautiful…and I had a feeling “Kicker” would cross my path again. My senses were heightened. Excitement finally settled into calm and confidence as I concentrated on listening, movement…hunting. I would be ready if he shows up. Early in the evening, four doe slowly walked onto the field to feed. A small buck came by, was not interested and kept on going. Soon an elk cow walked in and stopped in front of me. Not wanting her there, I called to her (meered) and she quickly turned around and ran up the road. The doe were still on the field. The sun was setting. It was quiet again. I looked at my watch…it was 5:45. I thought “here we go”. Just then a doe ran onto the field and stopped right in front of me at 20 yards. Kicker came in chasing after her with his head to the ground. Antlers were everywhere! I quietly positioned for a shot. He stopped for a moment and looked around at the other four doe, then started towards his doe. He stopped to take a bite of protein pellets 25-yards straight in front of me…broadside. Seconds mattered…this was it! He had shown up…and posed! I did not even have time to not believe it! I quickly ranged him (to be sure), drew my Mathews Switchback and chose the spot. My arrow flew and hit him…RED! The Crimson Talon broad head had done its job. Deer scattered and I listened to him run through the thick briers for just seconds and then it was silent. Dead Silent! I looked at my watch…it was 5:48. He was already on the ground. Rick and Cole soon joined me to track him. The blood trail was good and we found him 80 yards away, double lunged, on his deer trail. Hugs and high fives were abundant as we got a close up look at my trophy buck on the ground.
This was an awesome hunt where all things worked out perfectly. Thanks to Rick, I was in the right spot at the right time…again. (many kisses!) Kicker will now be a part of our home forever with a coveted place on our wall.
