Having myself a heck of a year.
This buck was best buds with the first one I shot earlier this season. I will reunite them on my wall soon enough.
Had 2 encounters under 40 yards with him on Saturday morning, could not get him to stop - grunt, snort wheeze, estrus bleat, nothing would stop him. He heard me but kept on moving. Every doe in the woods saw me trying to stop him. I burnt that stand so bad I can't hunt it until 2022. Figured it was meant to be, I imagined what he'd look like next year...
Hang and hunted public until yesterday evening without much movement so I went back to my property. It was to be my first sit in a stand 400 yards away from the encounters I had previously in a perfect funnel between a hay field and my house. At 4:50 a lone doe reappeared after seeing her an hour before. I saw the classic looking back over the shoulder and I got the camera rolling and bow in hand. All happened within 45 seconds but this time I was able to stop him at 12 yards. My Magnus Stinger created a 250 yards blood trail that'll be visible for months to come. Could not have been much left in him when I found him. He only felt a little pinch and kept chasing until he fell over.
Not bragging, both bucks - no bait, no scent, lots of scouting and good old fashion first sits on travel corridors.