It’s been a long three weeks to finally getting my hands on this buck. As I mentioned in an earlier post, we started getting pictures of our 2 target bucks this year about 4 weeks ago.
On 11/2, the wind was right for both my son and I to sit for both of these bucks. About 5:20, my son texted me that he arrowed his buck good. Then, my buck made an appearance 10 minutes later. I was able to put an arrow in him but I knew my shot was a little higher than I would have liked. I wanted to give my buck some time so I was able to go help my son look for his deer. We trailed blood through some thick cactus in the dark but eventually lost the blood trail. At that point, we made the call to see if we could get some canine assistance with the search.
The dogs found my son’s buck in about 5 minutes. Afterwards, we went looking for my buck. We found some blood and the dogs trailed blood for over 1000 yards before losing the trail. At about 1 am, it was clear we weren’t finding that buck. After a sleepless night, we went back out and searched for another 4 hours with only a pair of axis sheds to show for the effort.
I was back out at the ranch the next weekend with a group of friends and was able to check the game cameras. Fortunately, my deer was back on camera. However, my main goal this weekend was guiding a friend to his first deer. He had a successful weekend with a doe and nice buck.
Fortunately, I wouldn’t have guiding responsibilities this weekend and would get back out to hunt. On Sunday morning, I was able to put another arrow in him with a much better spot. After waiting 30 minutes, I climbed down off the tripod and looked at him laying in the road 25 yards away.
These 3 weeks have been a roller coaster of epic proportions. I was elated for my son and absolutely in despair worried that I mortally wounded him without finding him in the brush. Both of these deer are personal bests for us with a bow and my deer is the new ranch record at 194 inches.
I’m still pulling cactus thorns from that original search 3 weeks ago. In the end, it was worth it. We have multiple years of history in watching these deer. We almost culled my sons deer as a 3 year old because he didn’t have any brow tines. We were extremely lucky that we didn’t make that call.
Here’s my son’s deer:
Here’s my buck: