Happens to be my biggest and most memorable.
I own a nice piece of land with my brother and dad (who has since passed) and after hunting it unsuccessfully for 5 days during the Wisconsin rut I needed a change. I called a Highschool buddy and he let me hunt his family farm nearby. Friday was kind of a throw away with out everr having been there before.
Saturday looked great, inch of snow and all the things. I hiked around from noon to 2:15 but NO FRESH DEER TRACKS TO BE FOUND! The friend had a lot of farm land and little actual woods. I finally gave up and used my climber to get up a tree in a little ravine with a spring, kind of a brushy washout with a couple dozen bigger trees.
so I’m pretty dejected up in a tree overlooking a thirty yard wide brushy swale and grassy hillside beyond. Then, there he stood 70 yards away on that hillside
I grunted and he looks my way, grunted again and he came in on a string right to me. I shot him with my bow, six steps from my tree. It was just like a hunting show.
I have never had him scored, people tell me he is around 160”. What had been a week of frustration turned a 180 in moments.