Got home from work later tonight and wasn't gonna go out, but the steady, heavy south wind was calling my name as I stood in the garage debating what to do.
Didn't get into the stand until a little after 5. Around 540 two fawns and mama doe showed up. I decided to pass on the mama as she had some little ones in tow. Watched them feed up the edge of the ravine and into the brushy field edge until a little after 6. Around 615 I heard the leaves rustling around behind me. As I peered thru the hemlock to my back I could see a decent buck sneaking in just a few yards behind me. With my breath heavy now and the wind blowing right at him, he picked up that something wasn't right, turned and slowly walked back from where he came. Sat there thinking "****" for a little bit, then all of a sudden he appeared to the E of me sneaking thru the thicker brush with no shot at 20yds. Watched as he made his way thru the brush and disappeared into the field edge, when another buck came following in his trail. Had to be the biggest 3pt I've ever seen with one big crab claw on one side, and a single large main beam on the other. He followed the path of the first buck and disappeared. Sat for a few minutes and in desperation I hit the doe bleat twice. Few more minutes passed and the the first buck I saw came sneaking back in along the ravine edge. Couldn't believe it, and once he hit the trail of the doe that had previously passed he started back tracking it right toward me. At about 10yds I let the bolt fly, put a good hit on him, but it didn't pass thru. Watched him trot off about 40yds and crash. 3 loud death moans later and I'm thinking dead deer. Couldn't see the deer, but as I sat there in the fading light waiting for him to expire all of a sudden I hear some leaves rustling and then see a deer walking off behind me.
Sat from 635 when I shot him until 715 thinking I'm now in for a long night. Climbed down and looked for a blood trail and saw nothing, but sure enough there he lay where I heard him crash. The deer I had seen walking off in the darkness was thankfully a different one.
This 7pt is not the biggest buck on the property, but I am extremely happy to have him. As said earlier in this thread, my dad passed away last year. We spent the last day of his life doing what he loved, hunting the PA whitetail. This property I bought last year was his childhood home that has been in our family for a long time, and he couldn't have been happier that I ended up buying it. I don't know if it was the doe bleat that brought this guy back in, or dad putting on one last drive for me as I sat reminiscing about all of the good times we've had hunting, but I sure missed giving him that call and hearing "see you in a little bit".
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