Smokey
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It was the 23rd day of our IL archery season and I had not sat in my favorite stand once! The hot weather has been a big factor but the rut time is approaching and I needed to hang a trail cam to see whats in the neighborhood! So, dressed in a T shirt and light pants I hung the cam and sat sweating and swatting skeeters! Passed up a couple small bucks as handling a deer in 75 degree temps on a Sunday night is not a fun thing at 60 yrs of age and needing to go to work Monday morning!
So, with about ten minutes of legal light left I was gathering my gear to get down from my tree stand when I heard two snort-wheezes over my right shoulder. First time in all my years of hearing that in the wild - next thing I knew this brute of a buck walks out at 30 yards and heads my way! I tried to stand and turn to shoot my crossbow but it was so quet he heard every move I made and locked up looking my way. After a few seconds he decided to keep coming and I am pretty good left handed so I grunted at him and at 22 yards sent a 100 grain schwacker through both shoulder blades! He piled up 50 yards away in a ditch below a levy!
It was a long night of getting trailers, four wheelers, etc but granny and I got him hung in our shop at our farm by 9:30 - it got down in the low 40's so we were good. I took Monday off to butcher and I scaled him at 260 lbs dressed weight that next morning - a real toad! It appears he never grew a giant rack and was a great cull buck for sure...
View from my stand in first pic... river on other side of far trees and I am in a levy slough, 55 yards wid and 7/8 mile long - best funnel I have ever seen...
So, with about ten minutes of legal light left I was gathering my gear to get down from my tree stand when I heard two snort-wheezes over my right shoulder. First time in all my years of hearing that in the wild - next thing I knew this brute of a buck walks out at 30 yards and heads my way! I tried to stand and turn to shoot my crossbow but it was so quet he heard every move I made and locked up looking my way. After a few seconds he decided to keep coming and I am pretty good left handed so I grunted at him and at 22 yards sent a 100 grain schwacker through both shoulder blades! He piled up 50 yards away in a ditch below a levy!
It was a long night of getting trailers, four wheelers, etc but granny and I got him hung in our shop at our farm by 9:30 - it got down in the low 40's so we were good. I took Monday off to butcher and I scaled him at 260 lbs dressed weight that next morning - a real toad! It appears he never grew a giant rack and was a great cull buck for sure...

