Mr Gr"8"


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Well I suppose persistance finaly payed off. I got to the creekbottom blind around 7:00am and settled in for yet another day in the quest for a buck....ANY buck at this point would do.

The hours passed like molasess in wintertime and I was growing impatient by 9:30. Another morning of hardly any shooting in the area had me wondering why I was staying put.

Oh yeah.....the leaves were still frozen and crunchy but the sun had began to peak through and melt down the morning noise. I forced myself to stay put untill the woods were entirely soft enough to still hunt my way to my next ambush site wherever that was going to be. I lit another ciggy and waited.

At about 10:30 I noticed a doe browsing in the bottom through a briar/redbrush thicket. I pulled out the video cam and began rolling film. I followed her through the viewfinder for a while before I lost her in the brush. Time to put the camera aside and find that old girl with with my own eyes and not the aid of the zoom on the cam.

Looking around I finaly spotted her again but she was alot closer already and headed my way. I threw the cam to the ground and snuggled up close to the blind walls. When "she" stepped into a very narrow lane, "she" bacame a "he"!!! WHOA........ :o

Now I had to get to my gun resting on the tree on the other side of the blind and ready for a shot without getting noticed. I ducked below the walls and pulled off the feat suprisingly to myself. Raised the barrel over the wall and waited for a clear shot. There were no more lanes for him to cross and he wasn't coming out but now going east to west away from me. I found the thinnest section of brush and prayed him through it on a rope!! Crosshairs followed his vitals to the spot where I let a 50cal ML blast break the silence of the quiet morning.

He took off for about 30 yds and slowed to a snails pace before dissapearing in the thicket again. I sat tight for an hour before going to look for blood but once I got in there i could not pick the exact spot he stood. Frustration set in so I went back to the blind for another ciggy to calm my nerves before trampling through again. Found his tracks where he took off and followed them to where he entered the thicket. 50 yards in every pricker to the face was worth it when I found him piled up in the junk!

Now let me intoduce to you all......., Mr Gr"8"! :)

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Easiest way home was right down the middle of the creek. They sure drag easy that way floating down the river,lol. You guys can have that dragging the bigger ones, lol. Not for me anymore.

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Thanks guys.

Good buck Matt. Congrats!

So you pulled the deer into the water to get it where you needed it to be? Did ya have waders on?

I had a pretty long drag back home through some thick creekbottom thickets. I was winded, overheated, alone, and just physically wooped from the ground I'd already covered with him tangling everything behind me.

When I got to the creek it was uphill to the road another 1/2 mile or straight downstream to the neighbors across the road from me. We could get the truck down the rest of the way. I blew up my field dressing gloves and a few empty ziplocks I had in my pouch from my sammich lunch and stuffed them in his carcass. Worked like a charm and drifted him right along with the flow.

No waders just my 18" LaCross in the waist deep water. I'll take cold and wet with a normal heart rate anyday over pushing myself to far, overheating and no heartbeat.:hammer1:

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