I decided to see if I could pattern this buck. He wasn't the biggest one on the property, there were two massive 8 points on the property too. But this guy showed up the most so I thought I could give this one a shot. I hunted in October during my college fall break in what seemed to be a secluded buck haunt, no luck. That and the fact that with no treestand this time, the tree root I sat on gave me a lot of discomfort so I wasn't out as long as I'd like to have been. I would hunt soon after, no luck, I saw three does but they decided to turn around before they would get in bow range.
November 17th was my little brother's 7th birthday. After a lunch celebration, I decided with some prodding from my wife, to hunt some that evening, even though I'd be getting out later than I'd prefer. I set up near a field, but didn't see anything after a while, so I decided to still hunt some. I had gone about 60 yards, and stopped near a tree. Light was starting to fade when I hear the familiar crunching sounds of a deer walking. It was to my right, and the way I was facing I knew I'd have to shift my whole body in order to possibly get a shot. Not only that, but there was an old fence that was between myself and the deer, so I'd have to stand up as well to make sure the bullet cleared the fence. So I've got some things to work out here. I notice the antlers now, it's the seven point. Keep in mind, I had thought of naming him, never officially did. I waited till he was behind a big tree to shift myself to face him. He stopped and looked, hearing the leaves rustle from my movements. Now came my biggest challenge, having to quickly stand up, look through the scope, aim, fire, before he realizes what's happening. And deer are usually pretty quick at realizing danger. He clears the tree, he's now full broadside some 20 yards from me, I jump up and aim, place my crosshairs on his shoulder, and fire. It all happened so fast, but surprisingly, so slow. He took off running, crashing just out of sight.
I decided to track him down with the help of my siblings, birthday boy included. They enjoyed it very much. It was an easy tracking job, the hard part was getting him out of the woods. But they helped me with that even. Be it helping drag the deer or lighting the way for us to walk with flashlights.
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| My siblings who came out and helped |
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| Birthday boy! |
A seven point, on my brother's seventh birthday, on November seven-teenth, how's that for ya? Yeah I get it's not a perfect 777, but it's close enough! He ran out of luck before I could even name him Lucky 7. But, maybe that is a fitting name. He may have run out of luck, but I think I had some on my side that day.
