Dads Deer '09

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Dad and I took off late Friday afternoon and headed for deer camp here in Oklahoma. We were up early Saturday morning and threw down a cup of coffee and out the door we went to a couple of our favorite stands. I saw a nice 8 point that had great mass but would never get inside the 40-45 yard mark. Dad said he had seen a nice 10 point running hard after a doe but nothing within range. That afternoon we decided to move our buddy stand (a real nasty, heavy thing. seats two) that we had been meaning to do for two years but neither wanting to tackle the chore. We had seen some BIG rubs on the ridge over with a lot of deer sign and that was to be the new place. It took us a while to get it moved and up in another tree but the spot looked good and perfect for a 10-25 yard shot in many directions. One game trail was just 12 paces in from of the stand. We were happy and headed in. Saturday evening didn't present much action and dad said he was going to sit in the new stand location Sunday morning.

Sunday morning I am on stand and had a doe sneak in and out and I was waiting for something big when my iPhone vibrated in my chest pocket.... hmmmm... that was dad. message read... Big one down. That's all it took to get me down and heading his way. I called him on my walk and he was still sitting there and said the hit was high and back but definitely a fatal double lung. When I got to him he was down and looking for his arrow. We stood and he gave me the play by play.

He had been sitting there when a couple of does busted timber and a spike was high-tailing it into a clearing to his right. He said he just knew something was pushing them when he saw horn at 25 yards or so coming straight towards him on the trail that was 12 paces in front of him. He said the buck stopped and looked up towards him at 15 yards (he was up wind of the buck and was afraid he was going to bust him) but just dropped his head and kept walking. Dad needed just a few more yards to clear some branches...(no time to think..FOCUS) the arrow was off... the buck was hit! He jumped, circled, and then ran back downhill.

We gave it about an hour and picked up the blood trail. Not a problem for us since the Magnus Snuffer SS tipped arrow did its job. Man, what a hole!

Dads equipment on this hunt was his A&H ACS 3-piece (55@28), Snuffer SS 125gr., and a 540 grain carbon arrow.

TradRag yellow arrow wraps never looked better!!!

It was great times and another great memory. Thank you Dad!

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Dads '09 Harvest