Jr.BowmanMI
01-21-2006, 07:24 PM
Heres a little story about my first "True" rack. All of my other deer were barely spikes.
Nov. 14
Leaving school @ 1:00 I pack all of my gear up and head up north to meet the guys. When I get there I hustle out to my blind and get ready for the last bowhunt before rife season.
Leaving with nothing but a grouse and 2 chipmonks for memory I get back to the cabin with high hopes of misssing school and more importantly a HUGE math test
Nov 15
Waking up at 4:30 I crawl out of the warm sleeping back and get ready to hunt. I eat and sit in my blind (raining) in the dark with my .308. Staring down the food plot planting over the summer, I day dream of just seeing a buck.... Only shot at one six point the whole bow season and hit a tree.
Well morning passes and nothing.
We all meet up and discuss all of the shots we heard.... about 15 distant... lower than usual due to the weekday opener.
Now we go and head over to the muskegon river for a float hunt that has proven successful and dangerous if you don't know what you are doing. I chose to bring my 45/70 that I bought back in 2003 with money from my summer job. We like to anchor all of the deer we shoot due to the fact that we are hunting on state land and some hunters will "steal" your buck. The water was high and fast, but with a confident man on the oars we launched with high hopes. The first few bends we see nothing. A flock of sand hills lifted our spirits. The flushing mallards did also. About halfway through 3 does jump out in front of us. We start to sneek up in the boat, but cannot find them. Continuing on to where the river doubled back we spot them again. They hold up behind some dense pines. We stealthly sneak up on them. Just then a movement to the right of me caught my attention. It was a buck. 35 yrds nose to the ground wanting his girlfriend. The oar man thought I saw the deer, but I didn't he whipered "Somebody shoot that buck" My 45/75 went off. Then the 2nd man shot his 30/06. The 45/70 slug hit the deer quarting away slightly making him kick and run off. We let him bleed out and bank. Not 10 yards from where I shot him There he was Perfect kill and perfect day. I was one happy man that week.
Pics are of him on the buck pole at the cabin. And the other pic is of me and the boat that was built 2 years earlier.
Nov. 14
Leaving school @ 1:00 I pack all of my gear up and head up north to meet the guys. When I get there I hustle out to my blind and get ready for the last bowhunt before rife season.
Leaving with nothing but a grouse and 2 chipmonks for memory I get back to the cabin with high hopes of misssing school and more importantly a HUGE math test
Nov 15
Waking up at 4:30 I crawl out of the warm sleeping back and get ready to hunt. I eat and sit in my blind (raining) in the dark with my .308. Staring down the food plot planting over the summer, I day dream of just seeing a buck.... Only shot at one six point the whole bow season and hit a tree.
Well morning passes and nothing.
We all meet up and discuss all of the shots we heard.... about 15 distant... lower than usual due to the weekday opener.
Now we go and head over to the muskegon river for a float hunt that has proven successful and dangerous if you don't know what you are doing. I chose to bring my 45/70 that I bought back in 2003 with money from my summer job. We like to anchor all of the deer we shoot due to the fact that we are hunting on state land and some hunters will "steal" your buck. The water was high and fast, but with a confident man on the oars we launched with high hopes. The first few bends we see nothing. A flock of sand hills lifted our spirits. The flushing mallards did also. About halfway through 3 does jump out in front of us. We start to sneek up in the boat, but cannot find them. Continuing on to where the river doubled back we spot them again. They hold up behind some dense pines. We stealthly sneak up on them. Just then a movement to the right of me caught my attention. It was a buck. 35 yrds nose to the ground wanting his girlfriend. The oar man thought I saw the deer, but I didn't he whipered "Somebody shoot that buck" My 45/75 went off. Then the 2nd man shot his 30/06. The 45/70 slug hit the deer quarting away slightly making him kick and run off. We let him bleed out and bank. Not 10 yards from where I shot him There he was Perfect kill and perfect day. I was one happy man that week.
Pics are of him on the buck pole at the cabin. And the other pic is of me and the boat that was built 2 years earlier.