G2outdoors
Man that is a stud buck in your picture. What did he score and what state was he from?
Well...since you asked...
I shot him in Indiana, near Richmond on the Ohio border. It was on a 4ish acre parcel of private land. I knocked on the door to get permission. He's a typical 12 point that scored 168.
My brother and I were hunting on a friend's farm and not much was happening. We decided to drive around and see what we could make happen. I knocked on the door and the elderly lady gave us permission.
The eastern portion of the property along the road was a thick briar patch being used as a bedding area. The middle of the property was typical Midwestern hardwoods. The western border had a steep ravine, a cliff in most places, that ended in a corn field. There were two textbook saddles along the ridge line. One was about halfway down and the other saddle was at the northern edge of the property. We parked at the Southern border.
My brother setup on the Eastern side near the bedding in a primary scrape area. He was hoping to catch a cruising bruiser that was destroying trees as big around as our thighs. I setup on the Western edge at the top of the middle saddle. My plan was to catch any bucks coming out of the standing corn en route to check the briar patch for hot does. Any critters coming from the AG fields only had two options to climb the ravine. I figured I had a 50/50 shot at picking the right one.
It was early November and the rut should have been kicking. We weren't seeing much, however. The lack of deer sightings is what prompted us to leave the farm we had been hunting for the last several days. The temperature was approximately 35-40 degrees and it started raining about 2 hrs before dark. I was not prepared for the rain and started to get really uncomfortable. Finally, I had enough and texted my brother and told him I was getting down to head back to the truck. He made fun of me, just like a brother is supposed to do, and convinced me to stick it out. In order to protect my pride, I conceded.
Not 5 minutes later a decent 2 year old 9 pointer came running dogging a doe all over the woods. They came from my brothers direction and were making serious noise. Another small 4 pointer joined in the chase and they ran the doe all over the little woodlot, back and forth between my brother and I. I was dialed into the commotion hoping to get a shot at the 9 point. He wasn't what we were after, but the action had been slow all week.
As I'm watching them go back and forth to my left, I hear a twig snap to my right - the direction of the saddle. I slowly turned and the biggest buck I had ever seen in my life was lumbering up the saddle, stiff-legged, with the hairs on his neck standing straight up. He must have heard the subordinate buck chasing the doe and was enticed to leave the safety of the standing corn to come lay his claim.
I was already standing with bow in hand. He walked right in front of me less than 15 yards away. The shot was easy and he only made it 70-80 yards straight towards the briar patch. The entire situation happened in less than 30 seconds from first sighting to the shot.
I started shaking really bad and sat down and texted my brother, "I just shot a MONSTER". His reply was basically, "Why did you shoot that little buck", thinking I had shot the 9 pointer. I told him to get down and help me look for him. He reluctantly agreed, not believing that I had actually seen a good buck.
When we found the buck his mouth dropped in amazement. This was the biggest buck that anyone in our family had ever taken.
In hind sight, I had picked the perfect spot on the woodlot. Because of the ravine, my access was bulletproof and the terrain funneled everything to me. I would bet that as long as the area wasn't pressured, a hunter could kill a great buck from that same tree every season.