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on Aug 20, 2011 in Hunting Stories
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This hunting story is so true that I bet a lot of our readers can relate and maybe have been in a similar position at some point during their hunting career. The story begins on the last day of muzzleloader season in 2005. I headed out into the woods to one of my favorite spots that I had hunted for years. I had no idea what might be traveling this area (I had not hunted in the area for several weeks) so I was taking a blind shot at hoping to see something. I should mention that I did not own a muzzleloader at this time, so I was still bowing hunting. Rut that year was a trickle rut in my neck of the woods, because of that it was prolonged well into December that year. I put a scent wick out with one of my favorite scents just to see what would happen. The weather was perfect, and even the wind was cooperating by blowing towards a bedding area. I got up in my tree around 2 pm and settled in for the evening. I had not seen anything by 4pm, so I started grunting a little just to see if any bucks might be in the area. After a few minutes, I heard a grunt from over in the thicket. I had no idea how big the buck was, but I knew I had his interest and he was headed in my direction. Finally, around 4:30 a very respectable 9 point buck walked out of the thicket grunting. When he came out into the clearing, he had no idea what was grunting back at him, but he was looking to fight. After a few minutes of him walking back and forth just out of shooting range, I started to think with the sun going down behind the trees that I may never get a shot. I watched this 9 point buck walk around grunting looking for his opponent for what seemed like forever (about 20 minutes). Finally, he started walking towards me, I just needed him to walk 15 yards and he would be within bow range. As he got closer, I got a better look at him and he would have been a nice trophy for any hunter. I was guessing him to score between 120 – 130 inches. Finally, he was getting ready to turn broadside within bow range. I got ready to draw my bow and just as I do I hear another grunt, not from me, not from the 9 point, but another buck!! My first thought was should I attempt to draw and shoot the 9 point or turn around to see what else has walked in from the other side of me. My first thought was that no smaller buck would have come in grunting that deep, so it had to be something willing to challenge the 9 point. So…I turned my head very slowly, not moving anything else, as I turned my head the deer grunted again and as my eyes found the source of the grunting I could not believe my eyes….. My eyes saw a monster buck, pawing at the ground and grunting, he was ready to fight the 9 point. This deer made the 9 point look like a baby. I had to make a choice, I now have a 9 point buck 35 yards off to my left, and off to the right I have...