pctechdude
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So due to work the last six years, I was unable to go hunting during deer gun week here in Ohio.
Yesterday, I arrived at our family farm in central Ohio and was in the stand around 6:50am. I had scouted the day before, seeing evidence of rubs on the sticks, but outside of this nothing much.
Behind our property is train tracks that separates our property and someone else's parcel of land. Around 8am the other folks across the tracks fired a shot. But it must of been a miss.
To this point I hadn't seen or heard a thing. Well around 9:08, I heard twigs breaking. I look over across the tracks and directly in front of me is walking a nice 8 point. He walks down the hill, stops on the tracks and looked right at me. However he proceeds up the hill and curves around me about 30 yards away.
He stops between the woods and the corn field. Stands broadside giving me a perfect shot. I pick up my winchester 1300 20 gauge, and lay down a sight on him. Still standing there he has no idea. I squeezed the trigger, and watch his front end go down, rear legs kick up. He takes off running through our field, after 20 yards he slows and every step those front shoulders start dipping down. He gets about 40 yards and his front end crumpled and the hunt is over.
Felt so good to be out, and getting one relatively quick after such a hiatus. Ahh the rush!
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Yesterday, I arrived at our family farm in central Ohio and was in the stand around 6:50am. I had scouted the day before, seeing evidence of rubs on the sticks, but outside of this nothing much.
Behind our property is train tracks that separates our property and someone else's parcel of land. Around 8am the other folks across the tracks fired a shot. But it must of been a miss.
To this point I hadn't seen or heard a thing. Well around 9:08, I heard twigs breaking. I look over across the tracks and directly in front of me is walking a nice 8 point. He walks down the hill, stops on the tracks and looked right at me. However he proceeds up the hill and curves around me about 30 yards away.
He stops between the woods and the corn field. Stands broadside giving me a perfect shot. I pick up my winchester 1300 20 gauge, and lay down a sight on him. Still standing there he has no idea. I squeezed the trigger, and watch his front end go down, rear legs kick up. He takes off running through our field, after 20 yards he slows and every step those front shoulders start dipping down. He gets about 40 yards and his front end crumpled and the hunt is over.
Felt so good to be out, and getting one relatively quick after such a hiatus. Ahh the rush!
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