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JULY HUNTHEDZ WINNER IS JASON FROM MICHIGAN!!!
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I took my wife out for her first michigan spring turkey hunt. It was very windy and warm, we sat in a spot where i beleaved the birds were roosting. We got to our spot later than i wanted, due to a womens first hunt issues! And there were a lot of them. So we sat in a natural ground blind till 5 o’clock or so and the wind was so strong the calls were’nt doin much. So i figured we would make our way out of the woods to the edge of the field to see if we could spot any birds. So we grabbed the decs, one which my wife forgot to grab the stakes for, and headed to the field. Upon arrival i spotted a nice tom and 3 hens about 400yrds acrooss the field. The stalk began, we managed to get within 100 yrds of them, i then realized there was about 14 hens, which made us work for it. We were stuck behind a overgrown rockpile the wind was in our face from the west as were the birds. I was calling hard as i could and he was not interested. So i managed to roll through the mud and burs out about 10yrds fro the rockpile to stick up a jake dec. That got his attention after a gobble or two. Now we were ready and he was movin! He looked to be coming around the left side of the pile.I only have a benelli for my wife to shot, which is way to big for her so i got her set up with a shooting stick, and shes ready, she was set up perfect, decoy off to her left at about 30yrds. Thats when the tom manges to pull off the unthinkable, he stops behind the rockpile, about 30yrds behind us and decides to come around the right side. NOW i have to reset the sticks, me and my wife, WITHOUT the tom seeing us, yeah right! So we somehow manage to pull this off with seconds to spare, now the tom is on my right, my wifes on my left, decoy is behind me and the gun barrel is 2inches from my nose pointed to the right of the pile and out comes TOMMY! i had just ducked under the barrel unknowingly shouldering the shooting sticks taking away any chance of a shot for my wife! And im saying, SHOOT! SHOOT! and she says I CAN’T I CAN’T…..Well tommy did’nt like that and he was off! So i grab the gun, hop up and took aim! And tommy didn’t get far! So the whole opportunity for my wife to get her first big michigan tom was screwed up by me! But we still had a great adventure and story to tell! And a good meal for the whole family!
I’m from New Jersey, not a place known for big bucks by a longshot. But still, I maintain an 8 points or better shooter status. I have managed a 176 acre piece of property in the northern end of our state for 6 years and have seen some dandy bucks by our standards. In September of the 4th year, I had captured a beautiful mature 8 point on trailcam that became my quest for the season. The bow season in jersey runs from the second week in September thru the beginning of December which makes for a lot of time to be afield with a bow. I started out the season without seeing hide nor hair of him but with the coming of late October at the rut, I knew it was only a matter of time that he would get love struck. Prior to November 1st, I had been in the woods 10 days straight, seeing him on 3 occassions from 75 yards to 200 yards but he did not respond to any grunting or rattling even though he was definately rutting and chasing does. I was racking my brain trying to figure out where to set up to get the best opportunity of a shot. On the morning of November 1st, I was accompanied by my 19 year old son who hasn’t reached his quota of bucks yet, so I allow him to shoot any buck he chooses. We sat in stands overlooking the same huge overgrown hayfield about 150 yards apart. That morning, I had 6 different bucks within easy bow range that I past on, hoping to see the big boy. The rut was hot and heavy and bucks were chasing does and fighting the entire morning, but none seemed to give my son an opportunity for a good shot. When the action died down, I texted my son and asked him if he wanted to switch stand locations with me. He declined and wanted to sit that stand til dark, he figured it had to pay off. We sat most of the midday into afternoon with moderate deer sightings but still no shot from my son nor sign of the 8 point. At about 5:30pm, I caught a glimpse of a tail flicker in the swampy woods about a hundred yards in front of me across the field. It was a doe and then another and they seemed very nervous. I then heard a buck grunting from the same direction and the does stepped into the field and came right toward me. Emerging from the trees directly behind them was the 8 point, grunting still and hot on their trail. I immediately took my bow off the hook and got ready. As the does got closer and closer to me, my heart seemed as though it would pound out of my chest. I have shot many deer in my 38 years of hunting, but the thrill and anticipation never fades. The does came within 5 yards of me and he was now on a beeline to them. When he came to within 30 yards, I came to full draw. He was still angling towards me and still coming and I waited for him to get closer and hopefully present me with a more broadside shot. At 18 yards he stopped and turned perfectly. I put the 20yard pin on him and let fly. I watched the arrow flight as if it was in slow motion It was a beautiful double lunger and the arrow went through but as the buck turned and ran, I could see the arrow shaft sticking out on the opposite side. I watched as he went about 50 yards until he bulldozed to the ground, breathing his last. I love watching them fall. My son who had also heard the buck grunting and heard me shoot was texting me wildly, asking what happened. My only reply was, Big Buck Down. When darkness came , my son came over to my stand and together we traced the last steps the buck would ever make. As we came upon him in the overgrown grass and weeds and I lifted his head, my son hollered explitives that I had not heard from him up till then. I was very happy that he shared this hunt with me. The only thing that would have been better is him shooting the buck himself. He will have the opportunity this November though, when we go out to Illinois to hunt Heartland Whitetails with Sean and his guides. I’m sure he will have his own big buck story to share on this forum before that 5 days are up.
i’m a true whitetail junkie, love to hunt with my mathrews bow. have killed two bucks over 175″ with my bow.
Thats Awesome Larry,Congratulations on the accomplishment!
It was November 9th, 2010, and i haven’t seen a deer in weeks, as i was getting frustrated from not seeing any deer, I look into the field next to me and there was 7 does, and one small 7 point buck, which i was hoping he would come into the woods so i can get a shot at him, but all the sudden i could hear a low deep grunt further into the woods, so i grabbed my grunt call and gave a couple quiet grunts back, minutes later, i started to hear crashing through out the woods and it was getting closer and closer and all the sudden i looked about 60 yards into the woods, i saw a nice buck coming my way, so i grabbed my bow, and got ready. Minutes later he popped out of a think part of the woods 30 yards away, i stood up, and then waited for the perfect shot, he started to turn towards me and i shot, and ended up hitting him right behind the shoulder. I knew i got him, so i called my dad and told him to get meet me at the barn, and then i called my dads friend named Tom and told him a got a nice buck, which like always he did not beleive and also told me he just shot a buck also, and so when we met my dad at the barn, i told him hes a nice buck around 115″ class, and he also did not beleive me, but we talked to Tom, and decided to go track his buck first, we went to his house took there gator out and met him by his blind, and we started tracking it, we ran about 200 yards, then we found him, it was a small 6 point buck, and after we got that buck taken care of, my dad called a few friends of his to help give us a hand, and when we got back to the barn there were 13 people there waiting to help track my back, and we all jumped in the bed of the truck and drove to the back of the field. When we got the tree stand i showed my dad were he was when we shot him, and we started to look for the arrow, but the arrow was still in him i told my dad but my dad wanted to double check, we started walking down the path he took, and it looked like a battle field there was blood every were, so we knew right away, that he was going to be a dead buck we walked another 20 yards, and we hit the swamp and there he was laying there dead, right next to it, my dad and his friends were proud of me, and i was so happy, The buck was taken in Saint Clair, Michigan at my grandmas property were we hunt. sorry about the photos we messed up, we didnt have a camera with him the night i shot him, so we had to take them the following day at our house so the deer looks smaller. He scored 118″ and he is the biggest buck I have ever harvested yet.
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Zach Greig
Saint Clair MI
Im 50 years old and have never hunted ant where but MI.I love to hunt with a bow and spend more time shooting at my glendal then hunting.And I know I would have a great time weather I got to shoot some thing or not!
i love hunting and i never hunt it aneywhere beside newfoundland love to hunt somewhere with uses
hi im 24 this was october 12 i killed this 10 poind bull moose in newfoundland the bull was 600 pound dress and i loved that year hunting the weather was cold and the moose was moveing when the weather is worm the moose don’t move and moose are moving all day long down here in newfoundland got to say i love hunting i can do it everyday
My name is Scott and I’m a parapalegic. I decided to give it one more try on Nov. 14th the night before Michigan gun season. I have 4 acres in Newaygo county surrounded by farm land. I have my 14 year old daughter take me out on my quad and drop me off in my spot. Then they pick me up when i text them after dark, so my family is great at helping me get out to hunt. It was the evening of the 14th, and it was sunny and cool with no wind. Slight wind from the east which is perfect for my spot behind the house. They dropped me off about 4:30 pm and scooted into the tree line i sit in. I have a nice runway about 15 yards to the east of me that comes from behind me into the cut corn field. It was about 5:15 when i had about 10 does come across the field and go into the woods about 75 yards to the east. About 15 minutes later 6 does came back out and walked by me at about 20 to 30 yards in front of me. I’m facing to the North. about 5:40 I heard crashing and grunting behind me coming towards me. I had doe come running out the runway to the east of me at 15 yards and turn and go straight east away from me. About 10 seconds later a grunt and here he comes down the runway. I can only shot when he gets to cornfield. I thought i was in trouble because i thought he would hit the cornfield and go right east following doe and leave. To my surprise he hit the cornfield and went straight out about 15 yards and turned west and walked right in front of me at 25 yards. I believe one of the does earlier that went by must have been in heat to. This is by far the biggest buck I have ever shot at. I took the shot and it was getting dark at this time, I new I hit him and he turned and ran east in the cut cornfield. I thought he went down, but you always wonder until you actually find him. So i text my wife and said i hit a big one and to come and get me. We went up to the house and called my 2 brothers and my nephew. A long long long hour and half later we were heading out. They were walking and I was riding my quad. We found blood right were i shot at him and they started following the blood and i drove straight back staying even with them. We went about 10 yards when i saw an eyeball in the headlights. We moved closer and couldn’t believe how big it was. I’m paralyzed from the waist down, but i was off the quad and scooted over to grab the horns and take pictures. This is by far the biggest one i have ever gotten. Rough score of 135. I feel putting a tree stand up in 1998, that’s how I got paralyzed. To be able to one with a bow this big, I can’t put it into words. I hope you enjoy the picture,
