Hunting Washington Forum
Community => Taxidermy & Scoring => Topic started by: mdbuck5x5 on December 06, 2009, 10:42:13 AM
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This is my buck I shot in 113 back in 2004.
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:yike: Nice buck. Congrat's. :)
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Great buck, do you have any field shots to post with a story?
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nice!! 8)
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That's one hell of a deer.
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Thats a great looking mount.
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wow that turned out great!
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Awsome buck and mount! :drool:
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Ok well here it goes. It was the 2nd day of the season for modern in 2004. The year before my dad and his boss hunted this same area and took a decent 6x5. So we knew this was gonna be a good area. Our hunting buddy dropped me and my dad off at the start of an abandoned logging road that we decided to walk out. This was about 1 in the afternoon and it was about 30 degrees with blowing snow and not very good visibility as we were at some higher elevation. Well my dad was walking about 15 feet in front of me. Above the road was heavy timber and below was where they did some select cutting. Anyways as we were walking down this road I remember having this feeling that we were gonna see a buck. As I was walking and looking down the hill I saw something twitch a little bit but it was through a couple of trees. I walked about another 15 yards and all I could see was head and rack. He was laying down about 75 yards down off the road looking down so he didnt notice us. Like I said my dad was walking in front of me and he didnt even notice him. In a yelling whisper if there is such a thing, I said, look at that buck right there. He says where? I said right there! At this point my heart is just pounding because first of all I've never seen a buck that big and secondly I had never shot a muley. So my dad says what are you waiting for shoot him. I raise up my 30.06 and put it on him but I realize I have to kind of guess where I want to hit him because all I could see was head, rack and just the top end of his back. And he was somewhat quartering away. I could of made a neck shot but I decided to put it right where I think his shoulder is and I take the shot. I knew I had hit him good because he stood right away and tried to take off but his front legs gave out on him and he nose dived right back down. I jacked another shell in just in case he tried to get back up but that was the end of it. My heart was still pounding as I couldn't believe what just happened. And to make it even more special my dad was right there with me. Like always now the real work began. After gutting him we had to make the decision to either drag him about 1/4 mile down the hill or 75 yars back up to the road. Well we decided to drag him back up and believe me that sucked. Where he was laying was very steep and plenty of snags in the way. It took a while but we finally got him loaded up into the truck, took him to the taxidermist the next day and the rest was history.
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great buck
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cool looking buck
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so did you choke him with a basket ball :yike:
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:chuckle:
