My plan today was to get to my spot early wait until gray light and still hunt my way until I came across scrapes or freshest sign I could. First step was getting over the stream that was knee deep or higher every where and running very fast. Eventually I made it to where a tree had fallen across the stream and very carefully inched across it.
I still hunted 3/4mile around with very little sign. I was starting to get discouraged but kept going then finally the rubs picked up and all led to a spot I had scouted over the summer and new of some buck beds in that general area. I was at the spot I thought would put me in the game. As I was trying to pick out a tree to climb I noticed movement to my right and it ended up being a small 3 pt cruising with his nose to the ground. Seeing the trail he took I split the difference between his trail and another above me giving me a 25 yard shot to both. I was finally setup at 930 and ready to hunt. I was setup roughly 60 yards from a big swamp
At about 10 I thought I could here something in the direction the blue jays were making a racket but couldn't see anything. So I hit the grunt tube 4 or 5 times. At about 1015 I saw movement coming up from the swamp and could tell right away it was bigger than the 3 pt in both body and horns. He started to walk away from me so I hit the grunt tube and snort wheezed. He stopped on a dime turned my direction and started making rubs and scrapes. He held up at 45 yards and had a snack of green leaves. Eventually he made it to 18 yards behind 2 trees so I could draw . Only problem was he was heading straight at me and was preparing myself for a possible straight on shot. Once he got to 10yards he had me picked out in the tree and took a small step to his right opening up the front pocket for a shot. Before he could bolt the arrow was off and up to the fletching. Instantly blood sprayed out and he bounced off some trees. he went to make it up a small bank but did a back flip. He went maybe 60yrds total before he died.
So here was the only negative on the morning. After the shot I turned to put my bow back on the hanger when I hear a stick snap. I look up and there is a 80-100inch buck staring at me at 40yrds. All I could do was laugh. Didn't think in a million years there would of been a second buck. He new something wasn't right but couldn't figure it out. I will be after him come gun season. I will always be checking to make sure there are no other deer in the area. I was so focused on the buck I took I never heard the bigger dear come in.
1/2 mile drag through a nasty swamp took forever but he's home and hanging in the garage. I have to work the next 3 days so I think I'm going to run him to a local butcher.
Sorry for the long post. Ill update it later with pictures.