Hi Mike: On November 9th of 2014, while hunting on my lease in East Texas, I stumbled upon these two bucks locked together. They had suffered a horrible fate and had just succumbed to their death. It appears that the coyotes played a part in their death as well. It was tragic indeed, but had a bitter sweet ending.
I was fortunate to find them on a very cool morning and just hours after they had passed. Unbelievably, I was able to have them mounted (after gaining permission from a Texas Game Warden to take possession of them) using their original hides and antlers…..no add ons.
I consider myself very lucky to have found them, and I believe this to be a once in a lifetime situation. They may not be the biggest bucks in the woods, but they are certainly a trophy to me. Certainly their death was a tragic fate of Mother Nature, but a bitter sweet ending. Keep up the great work. Thanks, Jason Smalley
We have some amazing and big-thinking hunters here on the blog, and I appreciate that. Jason, these bucks are trophies indeed, thanks for sharing. And the mount looks fantastic!
My daughter Ella (age 8) shot this buck Nov 23, 2014 after 16 hours on stand during Illinois’ first shotgun season. A fine Sunday morning buck with a youth muzzleloader. Made all those hours at that Hunter Safety course worthwhile. We’re both looking forward to another father-daughter hunt this year. All the best, Bruce
Way to go Ella, good luck this season!
Mike: Here’s a picture of a 10-point I shot in southern Virginia.
This buck was coming to beans that the farmer had planted on the property where I was hunting. We had a few trail camera pics of him during the summer, but weren’t sure if we’d ever see him in the fall.
I went out on Monday, October 5 and climbed a tree along the bean field. Some does came out early into the beans, and then close to dark the big boy stepped out and started eating. He was about 75 yards and just wouldn’t come any closer. I was like, I have to move to where he came out of the woods, cause if he came out there one time he’s gonna do it again.
The next evening, October 6, I moved to the corner where he came out the night before and climbed a tree. Sure enough right close to dark, he and another buck showed up! The big buck jumped into the field near where I sat, sniffing like he knew something wasn’t quite right…but he never could smell me.
He made a loop in the beans and then started heading back out the way he came. I stopped him at 25 yards and smoked him with my new Elite Energy bow. He only ran about 40 yards, and I saw him fall from my stand. Rough score we came up with was 155, just a real pretty buck. Thanks, Rolin G.
Rolin, great job man, and perfect shot!