The long Drive

A five-hour ride to hunt for one day.
It is not my first time and probably not the last.
I planned to check a couple of places in the morning and see how many people are hunting and make a decision where to hunt with a northwest wind. The plan was to go in blind and look for fresh trails that head into the phrag thanks to the fresh snow from the day before.
On the walk-in, I wasn’t seeing much sign until about 45 minutes in and I started seeing good tracks looked up and eyeballs are looking at me And behind them, there were more. I counted 14 eyeballs in the dark and I realize this was a spot to go. I was right on the edge of big woods and a saplings thicket that bled into the phrag. My gut said to sit put right on the edge of the phrag and the big woods but for some reason, I kept walking and found trails all over the place inside the sapling thicket. I decided to set up with the chances of a 50-yard shot.
I get set up with My back to the wind so I wouldn’t have a cold face in the morning. The sun is rising and I’m looking around to see what kind of holes I have and I see a tree in front of me about 50 yards and say to myself “I should’ve been there”. All set And I was unmotivated to move…
The morning was pretty slow Till I caught movement closer to the big woods and it looked like a decent stag and then another one. Of course, there’s no shot and they skirt away into the phrag. Around 10 I had another deer walk by on the same trail with no shot… The only thing that came in was a little deer that probably weighed 10 pounds making all kinds of noise on the ice.
at 11 o’clock I get down and move to where I should’ve been all day and get set up. This time I have a 60 yard shot towards the phrag and a 100 yards shot into the big woods with the wind blowing into the big woods expecting the deer to come from the phrag. The wind was supposed to drop down and I was hoping for the last two hours to get some action. I told myself that if I saw a stag it had to be 10 inches or bigger and I was planning on pulling the trigger on a hind.
The wind calmed down to almost nothing and all I could hear was the ringing in my ears... For the next three hours, I was waiting to hear the cracking and crunching coming from the Phrag. The shadows were getting longer and my time to shoot something was getting shorter and shorter. Then, I heard the sound that I was wanting to hear at around 4 o’clock I heard cracking and crunching coming from the phrag at my 10 and 4. I could hear them from a good distance but they were taking their good ole time to get into shooting range. at about 415 I saw glimpses of the noisy critters at about 80 yards. Turned out to be a tall stag and another decent stag. The next thing you know the wind changed to a south wind blowing right to where I was expecting them to come out. I planned to shoot the first one that popped out and ask questions later. It’s 4:19 and the crunching is getting closer and here pops out a decent stag and he gives me a shot quartering too. I put the crosshairs on his chest and pull the trigger. The stag runs and staggers closer to me and crashes about 20 yards from me. Talk about last-minute excitement!!!
The stag turned out to be a 10-inch six-point Unfortunately, the stag was either run down or sick (had an infection going on in his stomach) because he was all skin and bones... there was barely any meat on him. He was so light that I could carry him over my shoulders for a mile and a half. Talk about a disappointment.....
This season I’ve probably put in a couple of day's worth of driving to Chase these things and finally things came together. Already looking forward to chasing them next year.

Kentucky Dreams

2 years ago I moved from Carroll County Maryland to Grayson County Kentucky (about 10 hours away) in pursuit of happiness, freedom and giant bucks. Last year I was fortunate enough to tag a nice 9 point on public land. I was able to get it all on film and couldn't have been happier with him. It's a little different terrain here than I was used to, but loved the challenge and the thought of knowing there's giant deer around.

After last season I set a goal for myself to target a buck in the 150s and hopefully kill my biggest buck to date. Up to this point in my hunting career i’ve been lucky to kill some great bucks, but my best was a 10 point that gross scored 158 about 9 years ago in Maryland. So I started off the year scouting a lot of public land and was fortunate enough to get permission to hunt a nice farm that not too many people bow hunt. It's mostly a big bean field with a few wooded lots that border the edge. My 1st time in there I bumped a buck that looked like a giant with a kicker but didn't get a great look at him. I set some cameras in this area and he was back in there within a day or 2. I was pumped he had so much character I've never seen a buck like that anywhere I've ever hunted.

Fast forward through the summer I had pictures of him on and off through the summer, but he had disappeared after loosing his velvet. I did have a couple other good bucks there, but nothing that caught my interest. So my thoughts were to leave the farm alone hunt public and hope to find a giant. I don't think I've ever scouted so much in my life. It got to the point where I was getting frustrated for putting so much effort in and not getting anything out of it. The weather was so hot and the amount of acorns on the ground was unbelievable. I didn't have a buck over 3 years old in shooting range all September and October.

Finally November arrives and in my mind I knew this was my chance to get it done. We had some cold temperatures rolling in for the first week and I was pumped. Decided to go check the farm and check my camera's. There he was, he wasn't coming in during daylight, but I knew he was on this far side of the farm. I took off work for that week and knew I was gonna be hunting hard.

Started off hunting the area I had figured I may see him but no luck. I was just hunting the spots where I had the best wind and a good vantage point to hopefully lay eyes on him. I was still struggling to see any decent bucks and then the mental ware started and I was wondering what I was doing wrong. After 4 days I finally saw a good buck out in the field at last light and that was what I needed to boost my confidence.

The wind switched up on day 5 and I haven't hunted this 1 section of the farm. I went in that day and just had this feeling of I'm gonna hunt until I kill this deer. As soon as I hit the field edge there was a giant scrape about the size of a car hood and 4 or 5 other scrapes farther up the edge. I knew this was "the spot" and found 2 small trees that were next to each other. Setup in the straighter of the two and trimmed out all the vines that were in it. I had a perfect wind and was about 50 yards from the corner of this field. I was using a saddle and platform that was ideal for this setup.

I didn't have much action that afternoon and began thinking about what I was gonna do the following morning. As soon as I started thinking that a nice size doe came from my right and I'll be honest I thought about shooting her I just wanted to get some meat after the long season I had been having. About the time I grab my bow she looks behind her and there he was. He's at 30 yards at this point and my heart is pounding. They both were super calm just taking a few steps and stopping to look around. I had my tree directly between us and knew I couldn't swing around the tree because he would catch my movement. Finally he took a few steps and looked away from me. I came to full draw and settled my pin. The shot was perfect and he bolted into the beans about 50 yards away and tipped over.

The flood of emotions that came over me is something I'll never forget. I knew he was a good deer, but I didn't realize he was as big as he was. I called a buddy of mine and asked if he could help me get him out. When we walked up to him I couldn't believe it he had 18 points and I knew my goal had been met. I can't wait to share this hunt with you all on Whitetail Addictions TV the footage is awesome.

If there's one thing I took from this season up to this point is believe in yourself. I am by no means a hunter that thinks I'm better than anyone, but having confidence in your setups is huge. Hunting can be a mentally draining sport when you dump so much effort in and don't get the results you're looking for. But keep after them and eventually it will come together. Over the years I've caught myself doing this before and like they say you can go from the lowest low to the highest high in a matter of minutes.


-Justin Synan-

Don’t mind a little luck


Between work kids activities and living 5 hrs from my honey holes. This season was going to be scheduled hunts. One of my favorite times to hunt the rut is the beginning of November and from the looks of it the temps and weather, it was going to be perfect.
Decided to come down and hunt Maryland for For the first time and go in blind to all the spots. It was a bit exciting not knowing what was going to be there being that I haven’t put a camera anywhere of my spots.
The first sit was evening hunt and the only thing I saw was one mature eight-pointer but just wasn’t big enough and he was a little bit out of my range. Left him alone hoping that he would walk by a buddy of mine.
The second day it rained all day and I didn’t bring a tree umbrella but, it was a perfect rain that didn’t get me soaked so I just sat all day and hunted moving midday to another spot. The rain was supposed to stop around four in the afternoon and I was lounging in a tree thinking to myself I haven’t seen anything. Went to grab some water and right behind me was a doe with a nice mature whitetail that probably scored around 130. They were at 40 yards for about an hour and I kept on contemplating if I wanted to shoot or not and decided not to. That ate at me that night and I decided to go back to that area where I saw the 130 the next morning.
For my last sit, it was a morning hunt and it started very slow the first thing I saw was five big coyotes walking down a creek bottom altogether, tried calling to them and they didn’t budge. Right, when the sun was rising over the treetops I finally saw some action and I saw the buck that I was after at about 60 yards rubbing a tree, and then I saw him take off to my left, chasing a doe. For the next 20 minutes, I saw a couple of bucks around 2 to 3 years old pushing does around me. It was almost time for me to head out because I had to go home when I caught movement to my right. It was what I thought was the buck that I saw the other day. he was in a thicket pushing a doe around and she was coming right to me. Got ready with the sun to my back the doe was coming right to me with the buck right behind her, she then cut up the hill to my left and he was right behind her. I yelled “hey” at him and he stopped, pulled back, and let one fly. Normally I can see that arrow fly in slow motion to where I’ve shot but, for some reason this time lost track of where the arrow was flying. After the shot, I heard it hit but I had no idea where I hit the deer and I also saw a branch moving about 15 yards in front of me. I saw the buck with the doe about 60 yards in front of me in a Thicket. the buck was wagging his tail like crazy panting but I could not see a hole and the next thing he lays down.
At this time I knew I hit him but, I had no idea where I shot him at all for the next 10 minutes he was laying down, and then he got up stumbling and disappeared. I said a prayer and gave it about an hour and I got down to look for my arrow and could not find it... Now I know I’m in a bind because I’m supposed to be heading home because I have to pick my kids up from the bus in the afternoon. I end up walking to where I last saw the buck and the doe was still there and I got up. I grab an arrow and knock it and when I looked at the arrow there was blood all over the arrow. I looked down and there’s blood everywhere to the point a color blind person could see it . I saw where he laid down and there was blood all over that area. I decided to loop around to where I last saw him and there he was Laying 20 yards from where I last saw him. From utter disbelief for not knowing where I shot the deer to just being happy that I found the buck and I can still get home at a decent time. When I walked up to the buck I still could not find a hole until I saw that I shot him in the esophagus... I was using a very sharp single beveled two-bladed Broadhead and it made a nice cut and I was very very lucky. 1 inch to the left I would’ve missed him. the buck turned out to be a different one, he had five on one side and a messed up 4 points on the other. Still a great mature buck, just not the one that I thought it was. That’s what you get when you hunt real thick areas. For only four sits for the season so far, I was happy with him

~Paul~
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