I didn’t turn Larry down as Fallow Deer are one of my favorite exotics to hunt! Larry told me he had a spotted, white fallow that I could try and spot and stalk.
15 minutes later I heard more hogs approaching from the thick cover in front of me. In that groups were 5 nice boars that I considered shooters.
In Part I Brian hit a tree, missed the buck. In Part II, well, let’s just say hunting is not always hitting your target. One the second shot it was a yardage issue but on the third shot, well, I guess you’ll just have to read the article to see.
The game cameras told the story. The new Black Eagle Rampage Arrows were ready to take flight, the Grim Reaper Broadheads were ready to feast. Now all Brian had to do was make the shot.
Brian Kightlinger has used Buck Cage for quite some time. Now he shares his success with this product with us. Want more success in the field? This might be an answer.
We have our bucket list of things we want to do before we leave this earth. One on Brian Kightlinger’s list was taking a 6-point large enough to make the Northeast Big Buck Club Record Book.
Come along as Brian packs his gear and heads out to Ohio’s Xtreme World Class Whitetail for some rut crazy buck bowhunting. Frost and acorns on the ground make for one exciting trip.
Have you been thinking about trying a lighted nock? Well Brian Kightlinger had been until he found the Ignitor Nocks from NuFletch. Take a look at his review and you may make the same decision he did.
The goal was to take a good buck in velvet. The location was spectacular and there were bucks in the area of a newly planted bean field. The weather was perfect as Brian climbed into his stand on the last day of this hunt.
Well, it’s time to hit the stand and Brian Kightlinger has his bow, Black Eagle Zombie Slayers and Grim Reapers ready. He’s looking to take a nice buck in velvet.
Chomping at the bit is probably the best words to describe Brian Kightlinger these days. He is all ramped up, packed up and ready to go after whitetail bucks in velvet in KY. Patience is wearing thin.
Fall is right around the corner and for Brian Kightlinger that means a Ky bowhunt for whitetail in velvet. He knows where he’s going and the countdown has begun.
I could hear something big heading my way. I found a clump of trees and hid behind them. The animals got closer and closer but I could not see them. What I did see was 6 rams bedded on the trail I just left and they were looking in the direction where the noise was coming from.
The two gobblers saw the hens and began to walk more my direction. Both birds were in the plowed field watching the hens feed. I called softly a few times and both birds gobbled. One bird broke into full strut trying to make his friend look smaller.
At about 8:30 Ron saw a deer moving through some brush. He saw antlers and knew right away which buck he was looking at. The Big Boy walked away but caught a whiff of the tarsal glands, could not handle it and walked back in Ron’s direction.
The mature Tom that was leading the group of 4 birds slowly came out into the field and began walking toward the decoys. I ranged the first bird at 35 yards. I set my sight at 35 yards and slowly drew back, found my anchor point and put my nose on the string.
Two large boars started to fight on the main trail and the buck turned, stepped out on the opposite side of a big oak watching the two boars fighting and not paying any attention to me. I moved slightly to a different angle and as he turned broadside I let the pin float behind his front shoulder and lightly squeezed the release.
From the corner of my eye I saw a buck walking up the same trail the doe had taken. He stopped at the same tree and I could see his large body and 5 points on the left side of his rack.
While most people take advantage of the low price sales on Black Friday, Brian Kightlinger takes advantage of the opportunity to climb into a treestand and see if can’t put an arrow through a nice buck.
Brian Kightlinger has had some incredible experiences with his children taking them hunting. This article covers the adventure with his son Sam and his quest for a whitetail deer.
He needed to take two more steps and he would be in the clear. I visualized the shot in my head even before I drew my bow. The buck stepped into the clearing, stopped and looked back over his shoulder. Lee said, ¨ Take your shot!”
I watched Abby as she focused on the buck until I heard the crossbow go off. I looked around the tree to see the buck running through the woods with the Lumenok glowing brightly. Abby squealed with delight that she got him!
The sun was setting and Abby was scanning the woods. About 5:15 she turned, looked at me to ask a questions and her face went blank. I could tell by her expression she saw something behind me. “Dad, there is a huge buck standing behind you on that trail! ¨
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One of a hunting parents greatest thrill is to help your child take all your guidance and then, take their first big game animal. For Brian and daughter Abby, this day will be indelible in their minds as the day everything came together.
The blind is moved, the hopes are high as father and daughter slip inside for another day of hunting. The new location is promising and young Abby is excited to try again to take her first deer.
¨Just one shot is all I want!¨ Those were the words my daughter said to me as we left for our first sit in the ground blind that I set up for us to hunt. It was the first Tuesday of the Pennsylvania Archery season and we were after her first deer.
Three young kids take to the woods after Russian Boar with a rifle and get introduced to hunting. All three are successful and the journey into becoming hunters begins.
Brian Knightlinger grabs his bow and Black Eagle Arrows and heads out to Mountain Meadow Hunting Preserve in Greeneville, West Virginia to hunt for Corsican Ram and wild hogs.
A poem of bowhunting, fall mornings in a stand and the arrow let loose at that elusive buck.