|Omar the Ringtail|
I couldn't even think about shooting any other deer after watching this bully. It got too dark to see even through the optics so we wrapped it up and headed back to camp. I couldn't stop thinking about my monster and how plain mean he was. What a brute!
Surprisingly, I slept well that night but not surprisingly, beat the alarm to wake up. Up until this point in my life I'd never even seen a deer like this in the wild let alone had the opportunity to harvest one. All I can remember is growing up watching hunting shows about the legendary south Texas whitetails. The biggest deer I'd ever shot with a rifle barely made 100". Needless to say, I was worried about my nerves. The guys in camp asked if I was ready. All I could say to the was "No nerves. Only death."
We made it to the stand at 6:45 AM and at 7 one of the smaller bucks from the night before came out. At 7:15 my guide tapped my knee and whispered "your deer's coming in." He stopped at exactly 19 yards. Near front leg reaches forward. His head turns away. I draw my Diamond Razor Edge bow slow and easy and can remember hitting my anchor points. Remember to breathe. At 7:23 the broadhead slams his shoulder and I hear a huge THUMP before he runs off to the right. I KNEW I hit him good and the guide did, too. One quick fist bump and my nerves cut loose. I started to shake SO BAD!
Two minutes later my heart sank when it started to POUR down rain. I couldn't see my arrow and didn't think I got a pass-through so I was really worried we weren't gonna find my deer. We got out and decided to try and get a feel for which way the deer went without pushing him.
This was the only blood trail we could find and I was really starting to doubt my shot. I KNEW I hit him in the shoulder and I hadn't been nervous at all. Why wasn't there more blood????
We didn't want to push him if he wasn't hit well, so I got comfortable while Matt looked for blood close to the blind. After an hour I figured it was time and got up to find the him. I started walking out in the direction the deer had run and it wasn't long before I saw Matt. He was walking towards me with my arrow in his hand and it was VERY bloody. I said "Hey! That looks pretty good!" He said "Yep, deer looks good, too." WHAT!?!? There he was. Only about 60 yds from where he was hit. I'd hit both lungs and he was down.
|The Slick Trick broadhead did its job|
I still can't believe how it all came together. It was such a special hunt and having the opportunity to watch how this deer interacted with the other deer the night before made it even better. I would never have known what an absolute brute he was. It took three of us to load him in the Polaris and he ended up going 200# on the nose!
It was an absolutely PERFECT weekend that I'll remember forever. He ended up scoring 160.1" B&C, with 7" brow tines and 14 points. I'm hooked on this bowhunting thing BAD now. Thank you SO MUCH to Gene Naquin and Matt Lea at the Nooner Ranch. They made a great experience even better. I've never had so much fun. Wohoo!!!!!!