November 4 2011
By: Tim Miller
It was 6:30 am on Friday when I pulled into my hunting spot. The temperature was 26 degrees and the wind was calm (perfect). I was in my stand by 6:40 am.
I was sitting on a fence line. To my left were 40 acres of CRP. The entire field was recently mowed except for a small island in the center. To my right is 50 acres of corn, not picked. Twenty yards in front of me is a creek bottom and swamp.
Just as I settled in and caught my breath, I looked to my left and saw a deer walking through the open field. I was not in my stand 5 minutes. The light was still low but I could see it had antlers (not sure how big). I watched him jog up to the barn and turn down into the swamp. The sun was starting to peek out now. I could hear a deer coming up behind me in the open field. A little 4 point walked by into the swamp. As the morning went on three does and two more 4 pointers walked through the open field into the swamp (all different deer).
Now it is 7:30 am. I heard something in the corn behind me. I stood up and looked that direction. I could see a deer 8-10 rows in with its head down eating but couldn’t make out his antlers. I grabbed my bow locked on my release. The deer picked his head up and finally showed his rack. It was an 8 point; I’m guessing 18-19 inside spread with not real heavy 4 to 6 inch tines. He then jogged right by me and immediately I drew back. When he got slightly ahead of me I grunted; he stopped and looked right at me. I found a hole in the corn and took the shot. WWHHHAACCKK, he ran 20 yards before he stopped in the swamp to look back at me. I was waiting for him to fall over, instead he calmly walked away never giving me another shot. I could not believe it, I missed. I looked in the corn where I took the shot and saw my arrow laying on the ground (clean) and next to it lay the exploded corn cob that my arrow struck. I was kicking myself! I sat down and tried to regain my composure. I was still in shock that I had missed.
I started shaking uncontrollably. I sat down pulled out my cell phone to call my step son Brandon. This by the way is whose stand I was sitting in! (THANK YOU BRANDON). It took 10 minutes before I had enough control to call Brandon. I told him I shot a buck and needed his help to get it in the truck. He was hunting on the other side of the road and said he was on his way. I got down from Brandon’s stand and headed back to my truck. I could see the antlers sticking up above the CRP grass however I didn’t go over to see it. I had 150 yard walk back to my truck and Brandon almost beat me there. He must have sprinted back to his truck and sped over to me.
Brandon and I drove the truck back to within 20 yards of him. When Brandon and I walked up to the deer he said “It’s Lawrence Tynes”. It Turns out Brandon had the same deer on camera in velvet. Brandon got the video across the street over the summer about a half a mile away.
Needless to say we celebrated once we got the deer home. I am getting a shoulder mount of the deer which should be ready in April.
“I was just as excited as Tim was. I was happy that it was shot on our land since I had video of him. It may sound bad but the people across the road don’t really have good hunting etiquette. I had spent countless hours in the woods trying to catch a glimpse of this guy within range and never did. It honestly couldn’t have happened to a better person! My step father has taught me a lot about hunting. When I was younger he gave up his time to hunt to get me started and make sure everything from my bow to my clothes to my tree stands were all set when hunting season came around. He also takes the neighbor boy out hunting, giving up his time again to get more people involved into hunting! He was telling me after we got back to the house that it has taken him 38 years to get a buck like this.”