My First Buck

Author: Zach Harmon
To start things off, on Friday I got picked up from school early and had already packed all of my hunting things to go hunting this weekend. I live in Columbus and was traveling to Muskingum County, OH for my Rut Hunt this weekend. When I first arrived it was about 2 o'clock in the afternoon and I was ready to hastily get my Summit Viper SS and take my Drenalin off into the woods that I have NEVER before been in. I looked around for about 30 minutes, found a nice spot along a scrape line where the deer seemed to be traveling in the evening to go across the street to the soy bean and corn fields to feed at night.
I was in my stand and got settled in at about 3 in the afternoon, set out some doe estrous and then began rattling. After about 20 minutes I see about 60 yards out a decent 6 point grunting very loudly after a doe. I decided I was going to pass on that after it walked underneath me, it was about 100". Being the first evening I felt since I had until Sunday evening to bag one, I was going to wait. I see little buck after little buck chasing does back and forth a lot of action it really was a great time. I sat in my stand until about 5:40, starting to get very hard to see, then the big boy comes, to dark to shoot I shine my light on him and he was about 160". I made the right choice and let him walk away un-alarmed hoping to get a shot at him later on during legal shooting hours.
I go back to my step grandmothers home and find a deer roast in the crock pot with fried potatoes and home made noodles! What a great dinner...
Saturday morning go back to the same spot, and saw a 200 + " about 100 yards away, hot on does, decided not to come my way. I was very bummed, but kept my hopes high. I sat in my stand until about noon and continued to see little bucks after little bucks, so I decided that I was not in a good place for the big boys later that evening. I relocate to where I saw the huge buck and there were trees that were 8" in diameter rubbed to shreds! I was most definitely in big buck country now, so i skipped lunch and got in this stand at 1:00 oclock in the afternoon.
I hopped back on the grunt tube and rattling antlers, and never saw one deer until about an hour and a half before dark the same decent 6 comes my way and starts munching. I watch him for about 45 minutes, and then i felt that i was not going to get an opportunity at a buck this evening, but still tried to remain positive. I close my eyes for a second because of the fierce winds and pouring down rain, and then i hear a twig snap.
My eyes sprung open and immediately saw the rack on a decent buck at about 45 yards. I decided I was going to shoot this buck, even though it was nothing close to what I had been seeing. It looked mature enough to harvest, so I stop staring at the stellar rack and decide to think to myself when am I going to have an opportunity to take the shot, which shooting lane, when will I stand, when will I draw...
All these questions starting pouring through my mind as my body pumped with adrenalin. I struggled to keep my cool, but still kept it enough to not let any animal know I was there. Once he got to about 35 yards he turned his head and looked away, I stand up, he looks towards my stand so I do not move a muscle, then he turns his head the other way again, which was a big mistake! I draw back my Mathews Drenalin and steadily hold my pin an inch behind his shoulder. At this point he was a little over 30 yards, I hold it steady, take a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.
I hear a loud THUD as if it were a shoulder shot, I began to worry right when I shot until he gets about 30 yards and stops running, circles twice then flops over and is dead within 10 seconds or less. I was filled with excitement as I have practiced hours and hours with my compound, as this is my first year ever hunting with one. I was thinking to my self, I can not believe I pulled it off! I decided that since I knew he was dead, and the sun was hastily fading, I should get out of stand and begin gutting!



Well after trying every brand of shot gun shell we purchased. Then looking carefully over her targets, only one of two things could be wrong. She can't shoot, or the gun just doesn't pattern worth a darn. I already knew she could shoot, so it must be the gun. I tried my hand at a few shots with the same out come. My son Nathan laughed and said, "you guys just suck." He decided to try a few rounds and still the same thing. After a lot of frustration and about $100 worth of ammo, we decided she would just have to shoot my gun on the hunt and we would find another use for her new toy. After getting back home and looking over some of the photos I took for the web site, I found the problem. Take a good look at the photo of her barrel. Here is the tip: If you are going to pattern your turkey gun, it isn't a bad idea to make sure you put the extra full choke tube in...
What a dilemma. Spring time has come in Wisconsin and that means two things. It is time to go turkey hunting and the spring trout run is about to begin. Now I already know what dates I am going turkey hunting but the trout just seem to start coming in when they want. OK, I know it has more to do with water temps then the trout just deciding it's time. In most cases it's just a couple weeks difference one way or the other from year to year.
When the trout are at their peek, almost every other cast is capable of producing a strike. The action can be fast and furious if you time it just right and it give the kids a chance to once again out fish the ole man. Did I mention they are no slouch as far as table fare is concerned either. As I am writing this, I guess I can see only one dilemma. Not if I am going to do both this Spring, but will I have to take off more work to do it? Guess a man has to do what a man has to do.
