I just killed a ten point at 6:20 this evening in PA with my Fedora Xcellerator that I got off of Two Arrows! The Lord is GOOD!
Came home to get camera, camcorder and HELP. He is a pig! Then going to get him taken care of.
I'll try to post pics tomorrow along with a story.
Got lots of work to do tonight!
Take care everybody,
Jaz
Cool..looking forward to the story and pics.
Congrats!
Congrats!!! Not a better feeling!!!!
Thats a sweet bow and sounds like a sweet deer. Can't wait to see the story and pics.
ALRIGHT, :thumbsup: Congrats
WTG!! Can't wait to see pics!
Outstanding! I will be waiting for pics. Congrats.
Yeah Baby!!!!!!!
Congrats Jaz! Can't wait for the pics and story..
Yyyeeeaaaaahhh ERIC!! Good job buddy!! Glad to hear it! I want to see some pictures too. I hope all is well after the fire.
That short little bow is pretty awesome, isn't it? Let's see some pics of that deer!!
Congrats Jaz! Where you at? I live about 15-20 minutes west of Pittsburgh not far from the airport.
-Brian
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Well, the deer is in the fridge, all boned out.
Brian, I'm about an hour north of Pittsburgh.
I'll work on a story tomorrow.
Time to sleep.
Jaz
Sounds cool, I can't wait for the story and pix.
Hey Jaz, WAKE UP!!!! It's time for some pics and a story.............. :bigsmyl:
Brian
Congrats! You deserve a little rest now,,but we ARE waitng to hear the story ya know. :)
Okay, I'll begin. I'm holding the baby who is supposed to be sleeping while his Mom and the other little one went to the grocery store to get me some freezer paper. So my typing is a little slow with one hand. Anyhow...
Let me start by saying that I hoped to shoot a doe last night, I didn't figure I'd see a buck, let alone kill one.
It was a beautiful fall day here in western Pennsylvania, nice high pressure day. I figured I'd go out and enjoy the leaves and maybe shoot a doe for some meat.
Well my first mistake was I overdressed. I wore my Berber fleece 'cause it's so comfy. Mistake number one: don't wear Berber fleece when it is 65 degrees out.
I headed up the hill on my in-laws farm with my cheap pop-up blind that is a piece of junk. I thought I'd set up in the small patch of hardwoods and maybe get a shot at a doe. Well, I soon realized that I need to invest in a Thermacell if I'm gonna hunt early season on the ground. The Boone and Crockett mosquitos nearly drained me of any blood.
So I'm sitting there in my blind thinking about how the deer are gonna see my blind, maybe I'd be better off just sitting back in the brush on my stool. Geez, I thought the skeeters were bad in the blind. They were horrible outside of it. By now I'm hot and bug-bitten so I say to myself, "No deer is worth this agony."
So I packed up and left, headed down the hill behind our old house that just burnt in June due to an idiotic bee-keeper, but that's another story.
It was now going on 5:30 p.m., the wind was wrong and I was pretty bummed. What the heck I thought, I'll head to my stand on the edge of the 5 acre hay field behind the house. So I stopped at my truck and sprayed down with Scent Killer. I'm gonna write them a letter, by the way. I'm not one for gadgets and such, but that stuff works!
So a few minutes later I'm sitting in my stand overlooking the edge of the field. I'm set up to shoot to the field edge; about a fifteen yard shot. Behind me is a beaver swamp and marsh grass. The my left is old pasture that is now a crabapple thicket. The wind is blowing right to the field, not good, and I've peeled off my jacket and I'm trying to cool down. So I'm settling in and the sun droppping in the sky. The air is cooling down and it's getting to be the "Witching Hour"...baby's crying. I'll finish later...
ya got love it... :D
Here I'll try posting a pic. (http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e105/Jazwinski/100_1904.jpg)
Story may continue later tonight... (http://i38.photobucket.com/albums/e105/Jazwinski/100_1909.jpg)
I've got lots of great photos with my head cut off. My brother is not the most gifted photographer, but in his defense it was dark when we got back to the deer, but I wanted to get field photos. There is nothing like a good field pic. The pics were taken right where he died.
Be back later,
Jaz
Looks like a P&Y to me...congrats!!
Congrats! Thats a good one in my book.
I know I'm not smiling. I was smiled out, but I'm not a big smiler anyhow. After the kids go to bed I'll try to finish the story. I believe the bigger pic is less than 600 pixels wide. If it isn't I apologize and understand if it gets yanked.
Jaz
Outstanding :bigsmyl: ...Van
Picture is fine....
Id say 130s
:thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup: Can't wait to see them pics.
Awesome :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
Yeah, I would say he is an easy 130-137"'s. Very nice deer no matter what a tape measure says though.
Congrats,
Brian
...shorly after 6 a doe and her fawns appear about a hundred yards in front of me. They're the ones that I saw the first day, September 30.
I watched them feed in the field hoping they would work within range.
It must have been about 6:15 when I turned to look behind me. I must have hard something or maybe just sensed it. Twenty yards away was a nice doe, but I couldn't shoot behind me. She worked her way through the brush towards the swamp. I hoped she'd come to the field and give me a shot.
What I saw next blew my mind. Following behind her was a beautiful buck. I could see that he had good mass and tine length, then I saw that he had five perfect tines on each side. Good God!, I thought. Where did he come from?
The doe stepped out into the marsh grass and started to act like she was headed away from me. The buck followed right behind. He stopped at 25 yards and I briefly thought about trying to get off an awkward shot behind me, but luckily thought better of it.
They headed farther into the swamp and I thought it was over. Oh, well I thought, I just saw a Pope and Young buck up close, that made the whole hunt worth it. I'm gonna hold out for him this year, I was thinking.
Suddenly the doe did an abrupt left and headed for the field. Her companion followed immediately. As they worked their way the 25 yards to the field I was afraid they would smell my trail where I came in. They didn't even stop as they crossed the trail I came in. On they came down the trail 5 yards to my right. I told myself to forget the rack now and concentrate on his chest. Through the thick brush I looked for a shot. I decided against a five yard shot through a hole in the brush, again that was a good move. Too steep, bad angle.
They were on a mission to get to the field,so I waited.
The doe walked out into the field, barely hesitating. Her suitor stopped with only his head and neck poking into the field. I waited for the shot that I knew was coming. He watched the doe for an eternity, at least it felt that way, then...he stepped into the field and slowly started to walk the edge, angling away to the right at fifteen yards. I found a shooting lane and drew my 52# Fedora Xcellerator. I remember looking at a spot then briefly glancing up to make sure my top bow limb wouldn't hit a branch. Then
instinct took over. My mind said "Now!"
The next thing I saw was those bright white high profile feathers on the ash shaft, spinning...
The arrow is in him! Then the mind games...too far back? He turns to run and I can see that it's back but angling forward deep into the vitals. Thank you, God! I say, probably out loud. He runs a 50 yard half circle into the field then slows to a trot..then a walk with a limp from the Magnus II buried in his offside leg. Go down! Go down!
He falls onto his belly then tips onto his side. His mighty chest heaves once and he is done. Ten seconds at the most from when the broadhead struck till the time he died.
I thank God repeatedly then fill out my tag between fits of shakes in the tree, making sure to give him time, just in case.
The doe doesn't know what is goin on and just stares at his fallen form in the grass. I climb down and she watched me till I get to the field edge, then bounds away.
I can see the tall tines above the grass and work my way over to him. I nock another arrow in case he gets up, but there is no need.
There is no ground shrinkage. He is a beautiful buck anywhere, but a real brute for PA.
I didn't have a lot of confidence hunting this time of the year and the Harvest Moon was bright, but I went anyhow. Now I truly believe that any time you can go hunting is a good time. Take advatage of any time you have, you just never know what will happen.
I want to say thanks to Two Arrows for the Fedora he traded me. Awesome little bow!
I skinned the buck out for a lifesize mount. I think that will do him some justice.
He would definetly make P&Y if I were to enter him, but I won't, just having the opportunity to take him is satisfaction enough. But I do feel the score gives a good description of true size. He grosses right around 135 or so.
Thanks for listening everyone. Good luck in the woods. God Bless you all!
Jaz
Good story and pics. Yes I would say high 130s. Congrats on a great buck!! Shawn
Congratulations, and thanks for the good story! NICE buck!
:bigsmyl: :thumbsup:
There's no "possible" about it. Congrats again!
Great story and great buck.
I had to chuckle when you were saying "go down, go down" cause I say that too. I guess a lot of us do.LOL Anyhow congrats again on an awesome hunt, holding it together and not making a stupid shot, and making a good shot when you needed to. A well deserved trophy.
:thumbsup: :notworthy:
Great job Eric, congratulations! :thumbsup:
David
Nice deer Way to go!
Let me offer my congrads also, what a great buck!
Sweet Man! He's a bute for sure.
Congrats, thanks for the sharing the story and the pics, smiled the whole time reading it!! Nothing like a clean shot and kill and seeing the deer go down what ever the size!
Nice deer, nice shootin, nice story....yer battin a thousand!
Oh yeah theres a Pope and Young deer...
Congratulations. Wish I could have been as succesful on my first weekend of hunting... Friday night I was sitting in a finger that splits a bean field from a corn field and runs away from a ridge that comes down out of the woods... Seemed like a perfect spot to pick off a doe as she tried to make her way out to the middle of the field. Sure as planned I heard some deer coming down the hill and out stepped a decent doe. She walked right where I wanted her. I pulled back hit anchor and watched the arrow zip right over her back. I guess charma finally got me. That morning a good friend shot over a doe at 15 yards. I razzed him pretty good over breakfast and even did my best impersonations while out stump shooting to pass time. I guess it all caught up to me. I realize now I was thinking dont shoot over her back and looking right at the top of her shape and not a spot. Oh well first shot of the year hopefully there is more to come. The best part of the whole thing was that I wasnt disappointed and actually smiled telling the story. The yellow feathers were spinning and flying straight as ever. Man it was neat... Oh well looking forward to the supposed snow fall to hit northern indiana this weekend. Yeah it will probably be 75 and beach weather.
wow nice buck!! congrats and great story.
Great deer and great story, congrats. :thumbsup:
Nice buck. I would put him in the books in the low 130's. Congrats!!
I hope I get to see one that big this year.
That bucks easily in the 130's. No doubt a P@Y candidate. Congrats and great shootin.
Congratulations! Fine buck and great story :thumbsup:
Very Nice!
First and formost - he's not a P&Y deer. He's a Compton deer.
Bowmania
Jaz-heck of a buck bro, way to go!! :thumbsup: :thumbsup: :thumbsup:
:bigsmyl: ;) :thumbsup:
Cary
Very cool Congrads!! Actually getting a PY buck and not entering it is one of my goals.....well done!
VERY COOL!!!
Congrats on a great hunt and a great deer.
Dean
QuoteOriginally posted by swampbuck:
Very cool Congrads!! Actually getting a PY buck and not entering it is one of my goals.....well done!
Me too because I think it costs something to enter and I'd rather spend that money on more hunting stuff. :D
Outstanding!
Nice read! I'm in awe!!!
congrats jaz that is one awesome deer.