I was in my climber in the same tree where I had killed a heavy 20" spread 12 two years before. It was the day after Christmas and the temp was in the high teens. Right at gray light in the thick palmetto about 75 yards in front of me two bucks started fighting, not sparing, I mean getting after it. They fought for about 5 minutes and stopped. About ten minutes later they went at it again. I couldn't see em but knew they were big by the sounds of the fight.

They stopped again and after a few minutes I heard a steady walk on the frosty ground headed my way. A heavy, tall racked 9 pt. was standing in front of me at 30 yards. I wanted to shoot him bad b/c he was a trophy buck but the family who owned the place had very strict rules and I was restricted to shooting something bigger than I had killed there before (sucks but true). This deer was close to it but the only way to know was to ground check him.

Suddenly I heard a racket in the palmetto and the 9 took off. Out of the thicket came a huge white horned 10 pt. He was running the first deer off. Big nuts stopped on a ridge almost in the exact spot where I had killed the 12 a couple of years before. No doubt about this one so I squeezed off the shot. Missed him. I was just sick and shaking so bad it was pathetic. There is more to the story
but it already sounds like bullshite.

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Posted by bendellee

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Posted on 11/12/12 at 8:57 am to hooper27

Thanksgiving day; I was about 16.

Big deer walked across the lane at about 60 yards. It had its head turned so by the time I saw it was an 8 pt, he was walking off the lane. This was before tags, and it wasn't doe day or it may not have mattered.

I grunted at him, and he came back to the lane and took about three hops away from me. Heart pounding and nervous, b/c it would have been my first rack buck. Right before he disappeared I got on him and squeezed the trigger.

Safety was still on.

This post was edited on 11/12/12 at 9:03 am

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