Hopped into my treestand on Tuesday morning (which sits about 250 yards from my feeder), and I came away with some freezer filler.
With the sun coming up, I kept hearing what sounded like something busting up brush to my 3 o’clock. Caught a glimpse of a deer, and then a few minutes later, a small, velvet 7-8 point popped out about 60 yards in that direction. He disappeared, and again, I kept hearing some brush busting in that direction. I caught a glimpse of a deer about 30 yards out and coming towards me, and I grabbed my bow. As the deer came in to about 10 yards, I saw horns on his head, and he kept working to my 12 o’clock until he was directly in front of me at about 18 yards to beat up a bush. I drew back, and after having to squat down to get a shot underneath a couple of leaves, I released my arrow. The buck didn’t know what hit him. Blood started spurting out, and he ran about 20 yards down the hill before his ass fell out from under him and he toppled over. The bush he was beating up on is in the center of the photo below.
Helluva way to spend a Tuesday morning. Looking forward to sitting in that stand during the rut.
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