The Double Drop Tine Buck "Dubs"

After the opening weekend mishap with the big 10 point I didn't know what would be next for my deer season. I checked my trail camera the following Friday and was shocked to see a new buck. The new buck was a really wide 9 point with a big drop tine on each side. I've never seen a buck with drop tines or even gotten a picture of one, so I was pretty shocked. The best part was that most of the pictures were during daylight hours. He was showing up at the food plot and the corn feeder during morning and evening shooting light.

That same weekend I hunted both mornings for the double drop tine buck. I even started calling him Dubs for short. I didn't see any good bucks that weekend. Neither Dubs nor the big 10 showed up.

The next weekend was our annual family campout at the pond so I wasn't going to have many opportunities to hunt for him that weekend. That Friday I filled the corn feeder and dropped off a couple buckets of apples too. I pulled the memory cards for my cameras to see if he was still showing up. Sure enough he was. And he was showing up almost every single day at one of the 2 cameras I had. I didn't hunt at all Friday and Saturday because of the campout but it was killing me. All I could think about was, what if I was missing my chance at him. I decided to get up early and hunt Sunday morning and skip the final morning of the campout. I got in the stand an hour before shooting light and waited. I did see some bucks but they were all much smaller deer. 

On my way out I pulled the camera cards again. When I got home to check the pictures, Dubs had been at the feeder Saturday morning and Saturday night during shooting light. If I had just gone hunting one time Saturday I would have got him. That immediately made me decide to hunt again that night. I knew it would be my best opportunity but I also knew it would be hard on my wife. Leaving her to take care of three kids at dinner time and bedtime is not easy. I did any house chore she needed me to do that day and helped with the grocery shopping too. Hopefully she wouldn't be too upset with me. 

I had a tough decision to make though. Which stand was he going to show up at? I made a list of every time Dubs was caught on camera. I listed the date, time, location and which way he was headed. It came down to the fact that 10 out of the last 15 days he was caught on camera at the feeder. And the last 4 straight sightings were all at the feeder. I thought maybe he would change plans and check the scrape at the food plot but I could only make my decision based on where he'd been and not try to assume where he'd go next. I decided on the feeder.

By 4:30 pm I was headed out to the stand. I was in the stand and ready by 5. The first two hours went by pretty slow. Only 1 button buck came in and he ate corn for almost 30 minutes before leaving. I was starting to get pretty concerned though because the wind was swirling. If any big buck came close he would probably catch my wind immediately and blow the hunt. I had been taking every scent control measure possible but I was still worried.

Just before 7 pm I spotted some movement to my southeast. The exact area I expected Dubs to come from because he always came from that way in the trail cam pics. It wasn't Dubs though it was the big 10. He walked past me at 40 yards and right into a shooting lane. I was hesitant to shoot him because he wasn't the buck I was after but I drew my bow back and put the 40 yard pin on him. He took a couple more steps and got behind some brush before I could shoot. I decided at that distance I shouldn't even be attempting a shot on the wrong buck. I let down my bow and hung it back up. 

Almost as soon as I hung my bow I saw more movement from the same direction. It was a small spike followed closely by a big buck. This time it was Dubs. I looked through my binos as quick as possible to confirm. It didn't take long to know it was him. Instead of following the big 10, he turned and headed towards the corn feeder just as I thought he would. The wind was still swirling and I knew I needed to act quick. As soon as I put my binos down I grabbed my bow and drew back. The buck stopped and started sniffing the air. I started doing some math.  He hadn't gotten to the feeder yet which is 28 yards from me so I guessed he was in the mid 20 yards. I figured if I put the 20 yard pin high it was going to hit low but he would also string jump me and drop his chest right into the path of the arrow. I leaned to the left a little for a clear shot. I put the pin on him and immediately pulled the trigger. 

I had no idea what happened after that. The buck ran south and I thought I saw the arrow fall out right after the shot. I listened quietly for a minute and heard what sounded like a big branch breaking. I couldn't tell if it was him falling over or taking off running. I really thought deep down it had to be him falling down. It was getting dark so I packed all my stuff and got out of the treestand. I tried to walk as quietly as possible to where the buck was standing when I shot. As soon as I got there I found the arrow. It was a clean pass through and it had solid red blood on it. Not bright red like a lung hit and not dark red like liver. It was the perfect shade of red, I probably hit the heart or a major artery off the top of the heart. I still wanted to give him some time so I texted with my wife and then called my dad. My dad said he would get some flashlights and head my way. I tried to wait around for my dad to get there but I just couldn't.

I walked as slow as possible following the blood trail. Within a few steps I found some very good puddles of blood and they still looked like that perfect shade. I followed the blood for a couple more yards and then decided to stop just to be safe. It had only been 20 minutes and Dubs could definitely still be alive. I sat down for a minute to text with the guys. I sent them some pictures and Cory gave me some assurances that the buck had to be dead already. The blood trail was too good. I got back up and followed it for a few more yards into some thick brush. Then I spotted it. An antler sticking up above the weeds. It was him and he was stone dead.

I let out a yell and ran up to him. I was in complete shock. I honestly could not believe that all my time and work had paid off so perfectly. I sent out the BBD texts and sat down in shock. It was amazing getting my hands on him and getting to see how massive he really was. The buck’s body was enormous and his antlers were just as impressive. The double drop tines on him were the coolest thing I'd ever seen on a buck. 

My dad finally showed up and parked at the feeder. I walked over to him and loaded up my gear. We drove the samurai around to the back of the woods hoping to get closer to where the buck dropped. I walked my dad over to the buck and he was shocked too. I gave my dad a hug and then had him take some pictures and a video. Then we got to work. I gutted him but also made sure to get the heart from the gut pile. I always have a ziploc in my hunting pack to put the heart in. 

Now we had to drag him 30 yards to the samurai. Dubs was so heavy we couldn't even do it in one drag. We had to stop multiple times before we got him out. Somehow we managed to lift him into the samurai by ourselves. Once we got back to the barn we took some more pictures and then hung him on the scale. He weighed 238 pounds! An absolute tank.

I couldn't get over how proud I felt of myself. I know that's weird to say but with all the work and thought that I had done leading up to finally getting a shot I just felt proud. It was all worth it. From hanging stands in the summer heat to having to fix the feeder every week after it kept breaking. And then staying focused on trail cam pics enough to pattern a big mature buck. It was all worth it in the end.

New Deer Season Starts with Missed Opportunity

To start the 2023 deer season I felt like I was more prepared and more focused than ever. I didn't get a buck last year so that just made me want to work even harder this year. I had been listening to deer hunting podcasts almost non stop and I was reading all kinds of deer hunting articles.

In the late summer my dad and I started hanging some tree stands, including some in new spots that I wanted to try this year. We set some cameras and got the deer feeder going. As soon as the trail cameras were set and the feeder was full I started getting pictures of a nice 10 point. He was probably 140 to maybe 150 inches but not real thick. He didn't seem to be a mature deer but a younger deer with huge potential. I wasn't sure if I wanted to shoot this buck because I really wanted a mature buck this year but I decided I'd still try to hunt him and see if he'd even give me an opportunity.

Opening weekend I sat in a short ladder stand over the food plot. I didn't see a single deer so by 8:30 I got down. I wanted to walk around the woods and look for any new deer sign but I didn't find much. I ended up going over to the duck pond to see how dry it was. As I was walking up to the pond I spooked a couple does but one doe stayed put and just watched me walk. It has been a dry summer so I'm sure the deer were getting whatever water they could from the mostly dried up duck pond.

Right before I got to the bank of the pond I looked through a bush and saw the big 10 point standing right in the middle of the dried up pond. He hadn't seen me but he knew something wasn't right. I could watch his antlers through the bush but I obviously didn't have a clear shot. I nocked an arrow and took one step to my left to find an open shooting lane and as soon as I did I got lit up by the sun. Now I was standing in the open and the buck could clearly see me. I should have drawn my bow before taking the step but I didn't. As soon as I made one more tiny move the buck took off. I was so disappointed. If I just would have drawn my bow before taking the step I may have had a shot at him. And now that I had spooked him I knew that buck would go nocturnal and I wouldn't get another chance at him.

Over the next few weeks my thoughts were confirmed. The buck went almost completely nocturnal. But I had to remember that he was a younger buck with huge potential so maybe it was best that we let him grow for another year. If I truly wanted a mature buck then he wasn't the one for me anyway.

End of the Season

Well this season has turned out to be one of the worst waterfowl hunting seasons our group has ever seen. One of the main reasons the year ended up so bad was because of the poor weather. When i say poor weather though that actually means it was nice weather during our hunting season. During December and January the temperatures were too high and there wasn't enough snow. When the temperature is warm during the season it means that not as many birds will migrate into our area. Most of the birds that migrate through our region were still on the great lakes during almost our entire hunting season. The very last week of the season birds began to migrate into our area, because of this we were only able to have one good day of goose hunting.

Another factor that contributed to our poor season was a change in the hunting season. This year the hunting season was moved two weeks earlier in the year and there was also a one week period after the new year that waterfowl hunting was not allowed. By chopping the weeks off at the end of our season and taking away another week during January they removed a large portion of the best times for us to hunt. Most of our best hunting occurs in January and especially late January as the birds migrate due to cold weather. This season change made us lose very valuable time from our season.

There are some things that can be done about our poor season though. On the last day of goose season we ran into the county Game Warden. While talking to him we brought up how the season change had affected us negatively. As it turns out the season had been changed because of complaints from the previous year. The people in our area that hunt bodies of water had complained that their season was bad because the water froze too early for them to kill any birds. The warden told us that if we show up to a few meetings and voice our opinions the season can be changed back to the way it was previously or we could even get the season moved even more in our favor. I can guarantee that when these meetings start our group will be their with our complaints. Hopefully we can get the season changed positively for us.

The other idea that we have to make our season better is a big idea. Throughout the last few years we have been dreaming about having our own wetlands to hunt geese and ducks from. The time has come that our dream may actually come true. I have been talking to local wildlife agencies about creating a 10 acre wetlands on my grandmother's property. The local agencies, with help from the federal government would pay for the creation of the wetlands and also pay a yearly rent to keep it as a wetlands. If we are able to have our own wetlands to hunt we would be able to kill many more ducks and geese in the early part of the season before the major migration begins.

To end i would just like to say that I really enjoy hunting and i hope next year we wont have such a poor season of hunting. If we have multiple seasons like this pile up on top of each other it would lessen the amount of fun and enjoyment from waterfowl hunting that our group gets. Eventually it may even lead to us getting away from this type of hunting. I really hope we can get the season changed and that next year we can bounce back with one of our biggest years ever.

Thanks,
Evan Jackson
Team Zombie
Founding Member

Coyote Craziness!

Two weeks ago I was deer hunting when something absolutely crazy happened. The morning started out just like most of my other hunts. I had seen a few deer, a couple small bucks and that morning I even saw a pretty nice buck but he never came close enough. What made this morning different was something other than a deer though.

I was in my tree stand watching a small 8 point that was about 25 yards away. The 8 point wasn't quite big enough for me to shoot but I was enjoying watching him walk around near my stand. All of a sudden the deer got spooked. I know the deer had not seen me because I hadn’t made any large movements. I also knew the deer hadn’t smelled me because the wind wasn’t blowing in that direction. I was clueless as to why this deer had become scared and ran away.

That’s when I saw something small coming towards me. It was a coyote that had scared my little buck away. Where I am from coyotes are not good to have around. Coyotes will prey on rabbits, pheasants, and turkeys which I like to hunt. In our area we have a fairly large coyote problem. Almost every night you can hear packs of them howling in the woods around our houses. Recently though, the coyotes have been moving during daylight. My neighbor, Dr. Malik, shot one behind his house and my cousin who farms the area also shot one while he was harvesting a field nearby. The coyotes have been much braver recently and are moving during the morning and parts of day.

This coyote was coming right at my tree stand in broad daylight. It was around 8:30 A.M. and the sun was completely out. I was shocked to see one so close but I knew if I could get a shot at it with my bow I would definitely shoot it. Moving slowly, I stood up in my tree stand and got my bow ready. He kept walking right towards me and when he got to about 10 yards away I drew my bow. As soon as my bow string was fully drawn back I whistled at the coyote. Whistling at him made him stop walking just long enough for me to release my bow and send the arrow towards him.

After I shot my bow I realized I had forgotten to take into account that the coyote was only 10 yards away from me and my sight was set for 20 yards. Therefore, my arrow hit higher on the coyote than I had wanted it. The arrow missed most of its vitals but hit the coyote’s spine. A spine shot can be good in hunting because it will paralyze most of the animal’s body. In this case the back half of the coyote was paralyzed. This means he was unable to walk on all fours but he was still alive. The coyote dragged itself to a nearby tree and leaned against it. This whole time my arrow was stuck in his spine with most of the arrow sticking out. As you can imagine the coyote was very pissed off. While the coyote was propped against the tree he began to reach back towards my arrow with his mouth. I could not believe it but the coyote was actually trying to get the arrow out of his back. At first he was unable to pull the arrow out, so in his fury, he bit my arrow in half. The other half of the arrow was still stuck its spine though. The coyote continued to try and get it out. He reached back and ripped the rest of the arrow out of his spine including the Rage broad head that was at the tip of my arrow.

I was standing in my tree stand watching this from 10 yards away. I was in total shock. I could not believe that a coyote was so tough that it could pull out an arrow that was stuck in his spine. This whole time the coyote never yelped out once. The coyote was completely silent when it ripped the arrow out. After he got the arrow out he tried to get away. His back legs were still paralyzed though so he had to drag himself with his front paws. The coyote succeeded in dragging himself about 50 yards from my tree stand and just out of sight.

I stayed where I was for another hour and a half thinking that maybe a deer would come through and I would be able to shoot a buck. Once I got down from my stand I followed the blood trail towards the coyote. Unfortunately, the coyote was still barely alive. He had dragged himself into a small creek nearby and was just lying in the water. I knew I was going to have to put him out of his misery. This is where I started to feel bad for the coyote. He had lost a lot of blood and he was lying in freezing cold water. The coyote was shivering violently and obviously very cold and near death. When you get up close to a coyote it is weird how much they look like a normal dog. This made it that much harder for me to put him out of his misery. I knew I was going to have to stab him with my knife to kill him. I stood over him for almost ten minutes trying to bring myself to do it. Eventually, I pulled him out of the water by his back legs so that I could finish him off. As soon as I got him out of the water it gave him a burst of energy. The coyote tried to get up and move and that scared me. I did not want to be bitten so I stepped on his head and thrust my knife into his chest. It was almost sad to see this animal die because he looked like a normal dog but when he tried to get up, it brought me to my senses that this coyote would bite my leg off if he had the chance.

Two weeks later to my surprise I got another shot at a coyote in the same woods. I was hunting in a different tree stand but this coyote also came within 10 yards and I shot him with my bow. This coyote just ran off and died without all of the theatrics though. Three days after that, another coyote ran by my tree stand but this one I did not get a shot at. I had never shot any coyotes before in my life and I had definitely never gotten this close to any of them. This is why it is so crazy that in two weeks I was able to shoot two of them and see a third. The first time I ever shot a coyote was, by far, the wildest thing I have ever seen while hunting. The fact that he was tough enough to grab the arrow lodged in his spine and pull it out was total craziness! This story and that coyote show how deep the will to survive runs in wild animals.

Hunting Season 2011-2012

09/01/2011. 4 Geese. Evan, Cory
09/10/2011. 2 Geese. Evan, Cory, Tim
09/11/2011. 1 Goose. Evan, Cory
10/15/2011. 7 Wood Ducks (5 Drakes, 2 Hens). Evan, Cory, Tim, Justin, Bryce. (Cory/Wood duck leg band)
10/22/2011. 2 Geese. Cory
12/15/2011. 4 Mallards (2 Drakes, 2 Hens{Evan, Cory}). Evan, Cory, Mike
12/18/2011. 4 Wood Ducks (4 Drakes). Evan, Cory
12/20/2011. 2 Mallards (1 Drake, 1 Hen {Tim}). Evan, Cory, Tim, Garrett, Josh
12/21/2011. 3 Mallards (2 Drakes, 1 Hen{Evan}). Evan, Cory, Tim
12/27/2011. 2 Mallards (2 Drakes). Evan, Cory, Tim, Garrett, Mike
12/29/2011. 1 Drake Mallard, 1 Drake Black Duck. Cory
12/30/2011. 4 Mallards (2 Drakes, 2 Hens {Evan, Garrett}). Evan, Cory, Garrett
12/31/2011. 4 Mallards (3 Drakes, 1 Hen {Garrett}). Cory, Garrett, Mike.
01/14/2012. 10 Geese. Evan, Cory, Mike, Justin, Tim N., Alex.
01/20/2012. 3 Geese. Evan, Cory, Mike, Cody.
01/21/2012. 17 Geese. Cory, Tim, Garrett, Cody, Mike, Justin, Nick and others.
01/22/2012. 4 Geese. Evan, Cory, Tim, Mike, Justin, Bryce, Ben, Josh.
Year Totals: 43 Geese, 11 Wood Ducks, 20 Mallards, 1 Black Duck. 1 Banded Duck.

My First Big Buck

Last Saturday morning I decided to go deer hunting where I had been going most of the year. My stand was in a good spot and I was pretty confident that I would see something because every time I had hunted there in the morning on previous hunts I always saw a couple of deer. In that same stand I had already passed on two smaller bucks and a few does. I had no interest in shooting any small bucks or does though. This year I had been waiting for a big buck. It was tough to pass on those smaller bucks but I just had a gut feeling that if I kept waiting I would get a chance at a bigger deer. Plus one of my best friends, Cory, who always shoots big deer, had been telling me all year to pass on smaller deer and I would get a chance at a big one.

When Saturday morning came around I woke at 5:45 A.M. I wanted to be in the woods by 6:18 because that is an hour before sunrise and that’s how early you need to get out there. I got up and went to put on my clothes and unbelievably I found all of my Under Armor in the washer and it was still wet! I wasn’t happy because I knew it was cold outside and I was going to have to wait for my clothes to dry before I could leave for hunting. I finally got dressed by 6:15 but I still had to go get all of my gear and go to the woods.

I walked out to the barn to grab my bow, some doe scent, a bleat call and my dad’s range finder. After cramming all of that stuff into my pockets I headed for the car. I drove down the road to my girlfriend’s house. The field I had been hunting in is across the road from her house behind a large bare corn field, her parents had been letting me park at their house for hunting in that woods. I was hunting in those particular woods because all fall I had been seeing 15 to 20 deer including some large bucks in the corn field in front of the woods every night. I started walking to my tree stand around 6:30. I was definitely late. I got out to my stand location but before I got in it I put out some doe scent in some scrapes that were 20 yards from my stand. I knew the wind was coming from the east so I thought anything coming from the west will smell it and come right to me. This sounded like a really good plan because most of the deer I had been seeing were coming from the west. There is creek bottom that they come out of over there.

I finally got into my stand by 6:50. I got out my dad’s range finder to figure out all of the distances around me. It turns out the scrapes were 25 yards away instead of 20 but I also figured out what trees were within my range for my bow. At around 7:45 I started getting bored. There wasn’t anything moving in the woods so I pulled out my phone and started playing a game. As soon as I started playing one of my new favorite games, I heard a noise behind me. It sounded like a deer so I put my phone away and grabbed my bow. I slowly turned around to see what was behind me. I saw a deer walking through the woods and I saw some antlers on it. It kept moving towards me from behind and I was able to see that it was definitely a shooter buck. The width of its antlers was wider than its ears and I could see at least 8 points so I knew I was going to shoot it if I got the chance. I stood up when the deer wasn’t looking and got ready to shoot. By this time the deer was coming around behind me to the right. When the deer got to about 20 yards away it turned around and then just laid down.

I couldn’t believe what just happened! The buck had no idea I was there and it was going to take a nap 20 yards from me? I decided that I was going to have to shoot it while it was lying down because the deer was facing away from me and if I were to wait for it to stand up it might just start walking away from me. I had a few branches in the way of a clear shot but I thought I could squeeze it in there. The deer was lying mostly angled away from me but it was leaving me a shot at its vitals. I drew my bow back and put it where I thought would be a great shot. I pulled the trigger on my release and the arrow went flying. I saw it hit the buck near its rear quarters and I was instantly upset with myself. I finally got a shot at the big buck I had been waiting for and I blew it.

I knew that if I wanted any chance at finding this deer I had to get out of the woods and hope it bedded down somewhere to die. I packed up all of my stuff and got out of the tree stand. Before leaving the woods though I checked to make sure there was some blood to track and there was.

I walked back to my car and went home to wait. Once I got home it was still pretty early so my parents were still asleep and I couldn’t make much noise. I really wanted to make breakfast to waste some time but I had to wait for my parents to wake up. I watched TV until 9 when they woke up. The first thing I said to my dad was "I blew it." He asked me what happened and I explained to him that I shot a big buck in the butt and we probably wouldn’t be able to find it. I told him my plans were to wait until around 10:30, then go back to the woods and look for the deer. He tried to cheer me up by assuring me we would find it, but I really thought the chances were slim because of the shot I put on it. I was really down on myself, convinced that I messed up a good chance at a nice buck.

When 10:30 finally came around, after all that waiting I got ready to go back to the woods. I put on some camouflage and got my bow. I wanted to have my bow with me incase I ran into the buck and it was still alive. My dad was going to come with me and just stay back about 50 yards while I snuck through the woods looking for the deer.

When we got to the woods I headed for my tree stand. As I approached I saw a buck about 60 yards away. It ran off. My first thought was it was my buck that was still alive and I had just scared it away. I found the blood trail for my buck though and I figured I would follow it. The blood trail started leading the opposite way that the buck I saw went. I continued following it. There was a lot of blood until I got about 150 yards away. At that point the amount of blood was very little. I could only find a drop or two every 5 feet. I followed it into a thicket where I found what looked like a spot where my buck had laid down and slept. I speculated that if the deer wasn’t at this spot, then it must have survived and gotten away. But then I found more blood and followed it about 6 feet. When I looked up and to the right behind some thorn bushes there was a big buck. I ran over to it and saw my arrow sticking out of it and instantly I started freaking out. The buck had run 150 yards and finally died.

I started yelling for my dad to hurry up and get over here. He didn’t know what I had found so I tried to yell that I found it but he didn’t believe me. Eventually he got close enough to see it and he was excited. He ran over and gave me a high five we started checking it out. It was a nice 10 point buck.

I had been yelling so much for my dad to get to me that my neighbor, who was hunting in the woods next to me, heard me yelling and got down from his tree stand to see what was going on. He walked over and saw the buck and knew why I was yelling so much. I apologized for yelling while he was hunting but he was done hunting anyway so it was ok. My dad and I talked to him and he said he could get his 4 wheeler and help us get the deer out of the woods. So while he went to get his 4 wheeler my dad and I began gutting the deer. Gutting the deer is extremely gross so I’ll skip that part. My dad and I dragged the deer to the 4 wheeler trail to wait for my neighbor. My dad left me there to go get the Suzuki samurai and meet me at home. Once my neighbor, Bill, showed up we loaded the deer into a little trailer behind his 4 wheeler and he took me home. I had already called my mom and told her we found the buck so she had called the rest of the family and they all came over to see it. When we pulled into the drive it was like a hero’s welcome for me. My grandparents, uncle, sister, brother in law, girlfriend and best friend all showed up to see my deer. There is nothing like the euphoria of a successful hunt. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the day I took my first big buck.

Duck Pond Update/ Deer Hunting Update

Well this summer we added on to the duck pond. We made it a lot bigger. The problem that we have now is that duck season starts in 1 month and the pond is empty. We made it bigger in June and its now November and it is still empty. This year has been unusual because we have had almost no rain all summer and fall. I think there might be 1 inch of water in the bottom of the pond and it’s supposed to be about 3 feet deep. It is going to take a lot of rain to get the pond to fill up. Hopefully it happens soon though because we really want to use it for this season and shoot some ducks and geese. The whole reason we made it bigger was to give us a chance at shooting some geese and more ducks. If it’s empty we won’t have any chance at shooting either from it.


The last couple weeks and this week are the deer rut. This means that the bucks and does are mating. This is the best time to shoot a large buck because they are so full of testosterone that they don’t pay attention to their surroundings as much. I have been in the woods as much as I can, but I haven’t had a chance to shoot anything big because where I’m hunting there aren’t a lot of deer. I am working on getting permission for different woods to hunt in and if I don’t get permission, I’m still going to move my stand to another location that I like. Almost every night though I have been watching a big 10 point and big 8 point in a field by my house. I am trying to get permission for the woods next to the field but so far I haven’t been given the permission let’s hope I get it though.

Two Days ago my brother in-law shot a button buck but he hit it in the stomach so we weren’t able to find it until the next day. By then it had been chewed on by some animals and it was pretty nasty. Hopefully next time he shoots something he'll hit it in a vital spot and it won’t be able to run so far. He did make the other mistake though of getting out of his stand too soon after shooting the deer. After he shot the deer, it laid down about 40 yards from him. If he would have left it lay there it would have laid there and died. His mistake was to get up and look for the deer right after he shot it. He spooked the deer away before it died and it ran for a long ways.

Last Thursday Cory shot another big buck. If it seems that he shoots a big buck every year it’s because he does. He is one of the only people I know that just has a knack for knowing where big deer are going to be and shooting them. This year he shot a really wide 8 pointer. Like with his last buck I am going to mount the antlers on a plaque and make them look good for him. I’ve gotten pretty good at mounting deer antlers on plaques and doing a great job on them. The way I do it is also very inexpensive so it saves money. I will do it for anyone the wants also. Two Weeks ago Tim shot a doe. He had been planning on shooting any deer just to get some deer meat in the freezer so when a big doe walk by him he took it.