Managed this buck on opening day of the WI gun season.
A few of the neighbors had been talking about a buck that all swore had a 24" spread (It turns out we had a couple of picts of him but always a side profile so really had no idea if it was him). I didn't believe it until I saw him for myself with bow-in-hand and twice couldn't get him stopped at 40 yards one morning.
We don't have the quality of bucks in NE WI like the western or SW part of the state - smaller tracts of land, copious hunting pressure and everyone wanting to show up at the mill after the season to say they got their forkhorn really puts a hurt on the younger bucks.
So with that, I was even reluctant to buy a gun tag but dad talked me into it about 8pm the night before the opener (thanks dad
). We figured if the buck somehow managed to escape a bullet the first hour or two in the morning, he'd be in some the heaviest cover in the area that happens to be on our ground and in knee deep water.
The chance of seeing that particular buck that had a 3-square mile area (based on reports) - slim to none.
I was seemingly covered in deer all day and at 2:30, I spotted a single doe standing in cedars choked with chest-high grass and blowdowns. As I glassed her I noticed the backside of a deer behind a large maple tree. I could tell the derriere was noticeably larger than the doe's behind and for 10 minutes, both deer stood motionless. Finally, the larger deer turned a bit and the sun caught his headgear and now I had to figure out a way to weave a bullet in there at 150 yards. The doe did a 180 and he moved to cut her off, giving me a volleyball-sized window to shoot for the base of the neck. He disappeared at the shot but I wasn't sure if I'd connected as there were more deer bedded that I couldn't see that exited stage-right. Eventually, the doe he was with came back and began snooping in the grass and when she got to the spot where he was standing at the shot, she looked down and began backpedaling. Relief!
He's just a click north of 22" inside.
Picts shared from neighbors a mile or two away.
Finally broke the ice with the .270 I had built a few years back - 129 LRX.
And thanks again to my father for reiterating that you can't win if you don't play.