By Amy Boyce
I hadn’t planned on going hunting the morning December 1, 2007 because I had a class to attend. But when I woke up and looked outside, there was no wind and the temperature was 28 degrees — perfect for hunting. I could be a little late to class. After all, deer season is only so many weeks long.
I hunt private land where I live in Monroe, N.C., and I have several stands on the property. Since I was pressed for time, I decided to hunt the closest stand. It’s located behind my house about 30 yards in the woods.
This stand overlooks a pasture, and I had not hunted it all year. I got in the stand around 6:15 a.m., which is a little late, so my hopes weren’t too high that I would see anything worth shooting. Then, around 6:30 a.m., I saw something move through the woods about 200 yards away.
I sat patiently waiting, watching the figures weave in and out of the trees, taking very small and cautious steps. As they grew near, I could finally tell that the lead deer was a nice doe. I had taken an 8-point three weeks earlier, so I was looking to kill a doe for meat. I never could get a good look at the other deer with her, but I assumed it was another doe as we generally see several together. Finally, at 7:05 a.m., this doe moved out of the woods and into the pasture where I had a clear 60-yard shot.
I lifted my Remington Model 700 .270 rifle and had the doe in my sights. Just as I took the safety off, she made a quick head gesture and started flicking her tail and pawing the ground. I waited a few more seconds, and that’s when HE jumped the fence. At the time, I thought it was a nice 10-point and I decided to aim for him.
Buck fever instantly set in, and I could feel my heart racing, and I was breathing very heavy. He instantly started chasing her, and they ran in circles, moving away from me. When they started across the middle of the pasture, I let out a yell, and the buck stopped immediately, leaving me with a perfect 120-yard shot. I pulled the trigger and hit him dead in the shoulder. He dropped instantly.
It wasn’t until I walked up to him that I realized I’d taken a 19-point non-typical buck. I dropped to my knees. I have hunted since I was a teenager, and I had heard about these bucks and even had seen a few in hunting videos. Never in my life would I have imagined that I would take one on my land just yards from my back door.
I immediately called my husband, who opted to go striper fishing instead of hunting that day, and told him. He did not believe me at first, but it wasn’t long before word spread and he started receiving calls. You can imagine the type of abuse he took because of my accomplishment.
This buck just missed the state record. Classified as a mainframe eight, he scored 166½ gross and netted 155. He weighed 160 pounds, which seemed a little light, but we were experiencing a terrible drought that year. It is very rare, that late in the season in Union County, to see a big buck much less one of that size.
One thing is for sure, this redneck woman proved she could hang with the boys and the set the bar high.