Posted By Camo on January 30, 2010

I was hunting at “Bull Bones”, on the top of a canyon in a little pinch point where a few good bucks had been seen, including Tines Nine. It was an evening hunt over some hand fed corn. At about 5:00, deer started coming in, mostly small does and small bucks. I was starting to think no shooter bucks were going to show, but all of a sudden I heard footsteps from behind me. I already had my bow in my hand and 10 yards to my right out came a buck, and it was him, Tines Nine. He entered my shooting lane as I drew back at 20 yards but he didn’t stop. I was still holding my bow back waiting for him to appear in one of my lanes. After about 90 seconds he finally stepped out in my left shooting lane at 30 yards and I let the Rage fly. It made a good thump and deer scattered. After all the dust cleared I could see my arrow with my binoculars, it was a clean pass through so I sat there shaking until dark. I got down after dark and went back to the truck and called Rick. We met at Bull Bones and after looking at the arrow we decided the shot was a little far back so we backed out to wait until morning before going to look for him. After a sleepless night, we went back in the morning with plenty of good help including Pebbles the tracking dog. After a fairly short time, Pebbles found the pot of gold…dead deer down. He had gone about 125 yards and died in his first bed. After a bunch of celebrating, I had Tines Nine, by far my best buck ever. Thanks to Rick, Tammy, Yerger and Jay Ledbetter for some great memories and a great hunt.

Category: Deer, Hunting Stories
Tags: bowhunting, whitetail