Meat hunter gets more than he bargained for
By Nicolas Jade Cole
I woke up that morning knowing it was the perfect morning to shoot a deer.
It was 36 degrees, and the rut was in full swing. I had an either-sex tag, and my main goal was to simply shoot a deer to put meat in the freezer - any deer. I didn't even care if it was a buck or a doe, as long as it was a healthy deer.
There was a 3 mph wind blowing directly in my face, which was perfect. After being in the stand for no more than an hour, I started to hear sticks cracking and leaves crunching over the hillside.
I got out my grunt call and doe bleat, hoping it was a cruising buck in the area, and that I could get a shot at it.
I made some tending buck grunts, hit the doe bleat a couple of times and listened intently.
I was as ready as I could ever be as I scanned intently across my little food plot. I scanned the woods on the other side of the food plot for any signs of movement.
When I first glimpsed antlers, I thought, "Good! It's nice buck, and I can get a shot at it."
As it stepped out and started walking toward me, I knew I had the sun to my back and the wind in my face, so it could neither see nor smell me.
When its full body came into view, I couldn't believe how huge it was!
The buck looked like a Brahma bull with neck sagging, a big belly and massive muscles. I thought to myself, am I really going to get a chance to shoot this great big buck?
It stopped perfectly at 22 yards, and I put the crosshairs on the buck's lower shoulder and pulled the trigger of my crossbow, allowing the Muzzy broadhead do the rest of the work.
It was a perfect heart shot!
The buck took off down the hill, and I heard trees and rocks crashing. I was beside myself. I couldn't believe after hunting for 22 years and harvesting 30-some-odd deer, I had finally shot a monster!
I had to sit down and gather my thoughts before making my way to the arrow, which had passed completely through. It was covered in solid red blood with tiny air bubbles all over the fletching.
I called my father-in-law and my wife to let them know I'd just taken the buck of a lifetime.
We waited an hour and a half before taking up the blood trail.
I followed a blood-covered deer trail straight to the creek where it was piled up underneath some honeysuckle and laying on the dried creek rock.
The giant buck weighed 257 pounds and had 13 points.
Author's Note: I grew up in southwestern Ohio (Butler County) and I'm an avid hunter and fisherman. I grew up watching Buckmasters with Jackie Bushman every Saturday morning. I highly respect the outdoors, and I harvest animals strictly for food to eat.