posted on July 30, 2012 07:27
Wind direction and limited time dictated where Wisconsin's Rory Leszczynski hunted after work on Nov. 2, 2011. Though he had access to private lands, he opted for public ground, which would give him an extra 30 or 45 minutes in a tree.
Rory had heard rumors of one or two giants roaming the Marathon County tract, but he'd seen only one decent buck during previous hunts. He'd also found a nice 5-point shed there in the spring.
The weather that day was breezy and rainy. The wind was out of the east and was supposed to do a 180. And, for once, the forecast was on target.
"Before I climbed a large double oak 40 yards off a cornfield, I sprayed some doe-in-estrus and dominant buck scents on a wick and placed it over a scrape," he said. "I also sprayed some nearby trees."
Aloft at 3:30, he ranged a few trees and the distance to the cornfield. A half-hour later, he rattled and grunted, a routine he likes to employ every 20 minutes.
"At 5:25, the rain finally stopped and the wind died. I rattled, scanned the area, and then hung up the antlers. When I scanned again, I saw a deer about 150 yards distant," he said. "I could see a rack before I even grabbed the binoculars."
It had to be a 170-incher, he thought.
When Rory grunted a couple of times, the buck started walking toward him.
While trying to get into a shooting position with his bow, Rory inadvertently brushed one of the double trunks with his nocked arrow, which fell 20 feet to the ground after a loud ding. His next-to-last nerve fell with it.
He scrambled to nock another arrow. Checked three times to see if the nock would hold. Prayed the buck didn't hear the first one plummeting.
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