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<blockquote data-quote="Darryle" data-source="post: 2899120" data-attributes="member: 109917"><p>My best story started out as a pig hunt and tuned into the deer hunt of my lifetime.</p><p></p><p>Fall of 2001, after everything that had happened that year, I was stuck back home working because foreign travel was severely restricted and I was due to head to Halifax for the fall and winter. I had no plans on hunting that fall because I was on a long deployment in San Diego, Yuma and International Falls. So faced with the long fall season approaching, I built a hasty box blind big enough for 2-3 people to hunt pigs out of in the pecan orchard on my property. I had bow hunted out of a treestand with no luck, rifle hunted with no luck seeing a deer I was willing to shoot. I gave up deer and started focusing on pigs. Fast forward to December 14th, like every few days, I stopped by Winn Dixie and gathered up all of the rotting fruit, vegetables and bread products. Drove home grabbed my 450 Marlin H&R and made some calls to verify the guys were coming to hunt pigs. I drove down to the river bottom and poured out a bag of sweet feed, all the rotting stuff and a half a bag of corn, picked up the plastic and other packaging and drove out to park and wait. That process took 10-15 minutes tops before I was walking back to the stand to sit and wait. We had some ringtail cats that liked to come out and feed and play before the bigger animals came to feed. As I walked up I noticed at least a dozen does and yearlings feeding around the area oblivious to my less than stealthy approach, but what really got my attention was the cedar tree on top of the tank dam shaking and swaying back and forth. This guy comes strolling off the bank and has his nose to the air sniffing around the does. It took me a half second to realize that I was only going to get one crack at this and I was in a less than desirable position. Backpack in my left hand Handi in the other, I cracked it open and slipped in a 350gr flat point, took careful aim and fired. Buck trots about 15yds west where I didn't have a view of his body, but it was obvious that I had missed. I crouched and crab walked to a pecan tree, sat down the backpack, came up slowly, loaded another round. The buck took forever, 10-15 seconds to make it back over to the doe he had eyes on, he was lined up in the footpath we beat out from the blind to the bait pile took careful aim again, fired and the woods exploded with chaos. Deer I hadn't seen bolted into the hay pasture to the east, but I didn't see the buck. I walked over to investigate, but no buck, my cousin calls and asked me what I had shot and I said apparently nothing, he's saying he heard the thwack a 1/2 mile down the road as he was loading up to come down to the blind. I searched for blood, bone or hair trying to figure it out, then I start a grid search making to the broom weeds on the edge of the clearing and tripped and fell forward into the weeds and on top of this guy. He had lurched forward maybe 6-8yds and was completely concealed in the weeds.</p><p></p><p>He's not the biggest buck I ever shot, but he's one I will never forget.</p><p></p><p>14 points and 144 5/8"</p><p></p><p>[ATTACH=full]492168[/ATTACH][ATTACH=full]492170[/ATTACH]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Darryle, post: 2899120, member: 109917"] My best story started out as a pig hunt and tuned into the deer hunt of my lifetime. Fall of 2001, after everything that had happened that year, I was stuck back home working because foreign travel was severely restricted and I was due to head to Halifax for the fall and winter. I had no plans on hunting that fall because I was on a long deployment in San Diego, Yuma and International Falls. So faced with the long fall season approaching, I built a hasty box blind big enough for 2-3 people to hunt pigs out of in the pecan orchard on my property. I had bow hunted out of a treestand with no luck, rifle hunted with no luck seeing a deer I was willing to shoot. I gave up deer and started focusing on pigs. Fast forward to December 14th, like every few days, I stopped by Winn Dixie and gathered up all of the rotting fruit, vegetables and bread products. Drove home grabbed my 450 Marlin H&R and made some calls to verify the guys were coming to hunt pigs. I drove down to the river bottom and poured out a bag of sweet feed, all the rotting stuff and a half a bag of corn, picked up the plastic and other packaging and drove out to park and wait. That process took 10-15 minutes tops before I was walking back to the stand to sit and wait. We had some ringtail cats that liked to come out and feed and play before the bigger animals came to feed. As I walked up I noticed at least a dozen does and yearlings feeding around the area oblivious to my less than stealthy approach, but what really got my attention was the cedar tree on top of the tank dam shaking and swaying back and forth. This guy comes strolling off the bank and has his nose to the air sniffing around the does. It took me a half second to realize that I was only going to get one crack at this and I was in a less than desirable position. Backpack in my left hand Handi in the other, I cracked it open and slipped in a 350gr flat point, took careful aim and fired. Buck trots about 15yds west where I didn't have a view of his body, but it was obvious that I had missed. I crouched and crab walked to a pecan tree, sat down the backpack, came up slowly, loaded another round. The buck took forever, 10-15 seconds to make it back over to the doe he had eyes on, he was lined up in the footpath we beat out from the blind to the bait pile took careful aim again, fired and the woods exploded with chaos. Deer I hadn't seen bolted into the hay pasture to the east, but I didn't see the buck. I walked over to investigate, but no buck, my cousin calls and asked me what I had shot and I said apparently nothing, he's saying he heard the thwack a 1/2 mile down the road as he was loading up to come down to the blind. I searched for blood, bone or hair trying to figure it out, then I start a grid search making to the broom weeds on the edge of the clearing and tripped and fell forward into the weeds and on top of this guy. He had lurched forward maybe 6-8yds and was completely concealed in the weeds. He's not the biggest buck I ever shot, but he's one I will never forget. 14 points and 144 5/8" [ATTACH type="full" alt="20151114_020307_Original.jpeg"]492168[/ATTACH][ATTACH type="full" alt="Screenshot_20210407-193206_Original.png"]492170[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]
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