It was a couple of tough hunting days at my brothers place in Ohio. Our normal honey spot for bow season was seriously compromised by a hunter on an adjacent property...he was clearly hunting the area too hard, and had shot and killed but not recovered a buck and a doe that we found...one about a month old, the other about 2 weeks. Truly a shame, and one should have been an easy find 50 yards from his stand.
After a couple days of hunting, and realizing the spot was not good, I scouted a corridor on the other side of my brother’s property...right next to his other neighbors freshly cut corn field. With the wind at my back, I had two does pass 15 feet to my left, and as luck would have it a good looking fork was behind them, and I resisted turning to look through the moment. The does knew something was up and bolted straight away, and so did the buck when he was right next to me. I mouth grunted once and he stopped at 50 yards quartering away...one quick shot with the Marlin and he didn’t make it 20 yards.
I shot him with water dropped wheel weight LBT 260...wow...what a big hole.
Surfdog
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