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Forgive me if these type of threads have been done to death, but hey.... it's Saturday, the deserts are full of rutty coues & mulies, I have a tag in my backpack..... and I'm stuck working. :sad::sad::sad:
Doesn't have to be the biggest, let's see the one you're most proud of and hear a little bit about it.
For me, it's my first deer. Not my first muley or first archery buck: he's my first any type of deer with any weapon/season. I spent more years than I will confess to out there bow-hiking and scaring stuff away before around 2006-2007 time frame I got real serious about it, busted my tail for a couple years scouting, glassing and trying real hard, and finally in January '08 after 14 days of hunting hard I was able to put a 50 yard shot on this guy and claim my very first deer. It was a terrible shot, broke his back, and dropped him in his tracks, but as I got him right at sundown and had no time and or experience with blood trailing anything, it was a blessing that he dropped like a sack of potatoes. I put two more in him (pin-cushion, not pretty - but effective) and then ran for home to get a more experienced friend to help gut & cape him out. That season was all about sweat, crap weather & perseverance and the lessons have led to many more deer since then.
Doesn't have to be the biggest, let's see the one you're most proud of and hear a little bit about it.
For me, it's my first deer. Not my first muley or first archery buck: he's my first any type of deer with any weapon/season. I spent more years than I will confess to out there bow-hiking and scaring stuff away before around 2006-2007 time frame I got real serious about it, busted my tail for a couple years scouting, glassing and trying real hard, and finally in January '08 after 14 days of hunting hard I was able to put a 50 yard shot on this guy and claim my very first deer. It was a terrible shot, broke his back, and dropped him in his tracks, but as I got him right at sundown and had no time and or experience with blood trailing anything, it was a blessing that he dropped like a sack of potatoes. I put two more in him (pin-cushion, not pretty - but effective) and then ran for home to get a more experienced friend to help gut & cape him out. That season was all about sweat, crap weather & perseverance and the lessons have led to many more deer since then.
