Took me a few days to talk him into giving up. He had love on his mind and that turned out to be his demise. The hunt took place in one of our southern bow only counties, public land btw. If you have been to them, then you know. If itís flat someone made it that way. Itís steep, rough and the only way in is to walk. Which allows them to get a few years in them. My son was able to join me for the weekend we. We seen lots of small bucks, several elk and chased the buck that I later killed. Most of the hunting takes place on old reclaimed strip land, some is really open, some is thick. So itís spot and stalk, wait in a pinch point. Got there shortly after daylight, sit up in a pinch point between 2 large fields. Had seen him in there for a few days and it held some does.
After about an hour he came across the field below me. I gave him a couple doe bleats, he looked up but kept moving. He was gone for about 15 min, then came back out. He was heading my way. Closing the distance quickly, I said to myself, itís going to happen. He had his head down, grunting every step. He got into about 70 yards, stopped put his head up. Then crossed the rock drain going away from me. He had found him a doe, he was locked down with her. I watched and tried to figure out a way to get there, but it was too open. Then he moved into a better spot and it was on.
That was him at about 150 yards. He moved behind that big green bush and I made up lots of ground. Crossed the ditch where I thought he would be. Popped out on his side and he stepped out. Hit the range finder it was 41 yards. As I drew he looked up at me, then back to his doe. Put the pin where it needed to be and pulled the trigger. It flew true and hit where it needed to be. I knew it was good. He gave about 3 big jumps and was out of sight. Let him to go get the buddy I was hunting with, we gave him about an 45 min. He made it about 75 yards.
Havenít put a tape on him yet. But I think heís going to be 140ish as an 8. Thanks for looking.