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.
I left my perch 20 feet up and went to retrieve my arrow. I found it easily and once again it was covered in red blood and in perfect shape. I then followed the easy to follow blood trail to my Ohio 10 point.
Around 4:40, I caught movement coming from my right. It was him! He was coming in to hit the scrape. I let him close the distance to 18 yards, get into the scrape, turn broadside and I took the shot. The deer was a 3.5 year old 8 point that dressed out at 195.
The big buck, following the scent trail behind a large tree. He continued to grunt and sniff the wind as I drew, and then he stepped out and started walking away. I had one opening and was ready.