I have been asked by a few people to post this story on Louisiana Sportsman. Some of you may have already read this story on another site. Just so you know, I just copied and pasted.
Well guys and gals, I am tagged out on my Buck tags. This is my biggest deer to date, but I will try to keep the story as short as I can (which I am not that good at) so please bare with me and enjoy.
Saturday January 2nd:
Made a morning hunt with my cousin Matt Thomas. I have two young boys so there was no chance to scout. Decided to hunt a tree that I have had success with before. As the sun came up I saw a light in the woods. This light turned out to be a huge rub, the kind you dream about finding. I text Matt and told him to come by after the hunt to see this rub. As he made his way to me, he jumped a 'big body deer'. I knew this was the one I was after. Headed home after that planning to hunt another day.
Couldn't get the rub out of my mind so I took a day of vacation. The morning of the 6th my youngest son had me up at 2:30, couldn't go back to sleep so I got up and headed out to Sherburne. Arrived, got dressed, put my waders on and was making the 2 mile trek by 5:00a.m. Got to my stand at 6:00 and was settled for 6:15. At 7:50 I saw a doe 50 yards North of me. I immediately turned my attention behind her. The fist time I saw him, I knew he was the one making the big rubs. He looked like a horse running through the woods. I was able to get my gun up, and had a split second opportunity, but there were too many branches in the way. I was hoping for a better shot, but he never gave me one. The doe headed south into some high water and the buck followed. The missed opportunity replayed in my head the rest of the day.
Short summary of the day:
10:17 - saw a 7 pt
12:38 - saw a 6 pt
2:20 - saw a doe and a yearling.
My plan was to get down at 3:30 so I could make it home for 5:30, but news of the Morganza opening, and with my lovely brides approval, I decided to stay till dark. At 5:00 I heard something walking in the water south of me. It was a doe at 125-150 yards and she was headed right for me. It sounded like something was following her, and as luck would have it, the same big buck from that morning was 50 yards behind her. They walked 75 yards to the east of me never knowing I was there. I watched the buck as he made his way to a clearing in the woods. He was facing me, but had no clue I was there. Wind in my face and the doe on his mind, all I had to do was patiently wait for the shot to present itself. He slowly started to turn broad side, and after what seemed like an eternity, he took his last step. 30-06 core-loct went straight through his heart. He ran 50-70 yards directly south of me and piled up. I looked like Mike Tyson shadow boxing in the stand.
I climbed down to go see what turned out to be the biggest deer I have ever seen, much less killed. He was a 240 lbs 9 point with 18-1/8 spread. A very impressive animal. The emotions of success are unexplainable. I thanked God for all his blessings he has given me. I called my wife and cried tears of joy! After the celebration was over the work started.
It was now 5:30 and I had a 2 mile drag. Because the Morganza was rumored to open, my cousin Louie Thomas was already headed to the camp to hunt the last weekend of the season. He got some photos of my deer and quickly realized that we were going to need some help. He called his son Mark who is an iron man/mule/two legged four wheeler. Mark dropped what he was doing and headed out to come help. It took me 2 hours to drag him the first 1/2 mile by myself. Having only had 2 protein bars and one bottle of water all day, my body was getting depleted of nutrients. At 8:00 p.m. Mark comes running through the woods in blue jeans and a pair of running shoes like he just robbed a bank. He was wet up to his crotch from all the deep water. Not far behind him was Louie with the cart. It took the three of us the next 3 hours to get him the 1.5 miles back to the truck. No way I could have done it without them. Needless to say, the cart is now deceased.
John Richard at Basin Taxidermy gross scored the deer at 151-2/8'. His right main beam is 23-2/8' with a right G2 of 13-4/8' and a right base of 5'. John aged the deer at 7.5 years old. He was truly an impressive animal that I will have a hard time topping, if ever. A true Louisiana public land trophy.
And I owe it all to my lovely bride!!
So my Dad has been deer hunting for roughly 10 yrs. He started deer hunting mainly because it was what his son wanted to do. We both killed our first deer in the same weekend some time in 2001. Since then I have been fairly successful while my dad has been mostly unsuccessful. He is what you would call a 'Camp-Dog'. He enjoys the comradery of the camp site and the stirring of the pot more than the long hours on the stand. He has killed a total of 4 deer in his long 10 year career. I will however give him credit for an excellent 275 yrd shot he made on a doe a couple of years ago...dropped her in her tracks. He also stalked a spike to within 23 yrds only to miss with his bow. He rarely misses because he rarely shoots. For some time now he has been talking about the excitement he would feel if a big buck were ever to step out and give him a chance. Well on 11/7/10 he got that chance. This deer walked out on the pipeline at 8:30 and after a very brief examination of what he thought was a 4pt or 6pt he let the lead fly. The deer ran into a 3 year old pine thicket and disappeared. I got the text that he shot a buck and that he couldn't find any blood. I assured him that we would find it. Keep in mind that there has only been one BIG buck killed on our lease since 01. I picked up my good bud Chris Boudreaux (aka connais pas) and headed over to the old man. Pops had already found good blood but stopped at the entrance of the thicket. Well me and boudreaux started into the ticket like some ole blood hounds. We would find a speck of blood here then 10 yards away another speck there. There were a few times where I thought that we may never find him, but with the help of Boudreaux and pure determination luck was on our side...45 min later there he was! A 184 lb 8 pt! Words cannot describe the pandemonium that was going on in that thicket. Other hunters began texting to see what all the yelling was about. I thought the old man was going to pass out! I jumped on him and almost tackled him in a briar patch. It was a very exciting moment that I will never forget! So Congratulations Pop on a beautiful Buck! Glad we could share this together. Also, a special thanks to Boudreaux who helped me find 2 other deer and 2 cell phones this same weekend.
Shot this doe this past weekend in the DeRidder area. When I finally found her I thought she was a buck with huge man jewels or maybe some sort of hermaphrodite buck. Well turns out she was neither, but this is something I never saw before. I'm thinking a tumor of some kind or maybe a snake bite. She also had 2 yearlings w/ her...not that they could suck on her milk sack enough to make it swell this much. Any biologist, gynecologist or manist out there that can tell me if this is deer should be eaten....speak up. I was gona punt and cook her up.
A few bucks behind my In-Laws house. The big one is at some property 15 min down the road.
This past weekend I went to my uncles lease in Fordoche. For those of you who don't know where this is, it is north of 190 in the Livonia area between Baton Rouge and Opelousas. I made a bow hunt on Sunday morning till 10:00a.m. with no results. I climbed down and began my long walk back to my fourwheeler. When I got to my fourwheeler I began to strap down my stand and save my bow. While doing this I was making a little bit of noise but still trying to remain somewhat quiet. I was standing at the front of my bike and had just taken my quick release off when I heard, and saw, something moving around in the brush about 15 yrds behind my bike. My first instinct was that I had crept up on a Deer or Hog and began to get my bow ready to save the hunt. But what stepped out onto the trail was not a deer, nor a hog. It was a HUGE BLACK BEAR!!! My ESTIMATE is that the bear was approximately 400lbs. It's back was up to my waist and it's head was easily as big as a basketball. I was overcome with fear, kind of like buck fever. Never having faced a bear in my life I had no idea how the bear would react to me. I had no gun, just a pocket knife and a bow that was saved away for the trip home. I was able to pull out an arrow with a broad head..as if it would have helped in the event of an attack. The bear began to walk down the trail toward me and my fourwheeler. I remained still with one hand on the start button and the other on the gas. I figured that if he got any closer I would start the bike with the exhaust pipe in his face. The bear got about 10 yrds from the back of my bike and then gave me that doe look. You know, the one where they don't quite know what you are and they are moving their head up and down and side to side. After what seemed like an eternity the bear crossed the trail, scratched at the ground a little, then crossed back to where it had originaly came out giving me one last look before disappearing into the woods. Amazed, scared, astonished, excited, anxious to get the hell out of the woods. I jumped on my bike, reved it up real loud, and flew out of there! I know they have black bears in Louisiana, and this is not the first time I had seen one. But it was the first, and hopefully the last, time I had been face to face with one. If any of you have any feedback on the behavior of the local black bear, please share it as I know the LDWF has a program in play to repopulate this animal.
I've been using the LSM classified for some time now. I have bought or sold boats, ATV's & other recreational items w/ much success. I want to thank LSM for providing the free classifieds. I have never met a buyer or seller that wasn't an honest and pleasant encounter. I find most outdoorsman are honest, fair and friendly people. And every deal or no deal has ended on a good note, until now.
I won't mention any names, except my own, because I believe in what I have to say. Last week I contacted a seller about his 4-wheeler. The conversation went well - very polite. We negotiated an agreed price, pending an approved inspection and test ride. He was working offshore so my wife and I drove to his house and met with his wife. Very nice lady. After inspecting the bike I noticed a few things that discouraged me from buying it or paying the agreed price. One was a wench that had been removed since the picture was posted. The second, and most important, was an oil leak. I pointed this out to the owners wife and said that I would have to think about it and may make a second offer. I thanked her and we left. A few minutes later I get a Call from this guy who is still offshore and he said,' you can take your money and shove it ...' among some other choice words. He continues to curse me out then hangs up. What happened to the gentleman I was dealing with?
I guess as long as he was getting what he thought it was worth things were fine. But there are 2 parties envolved, the buyer and the seller. At first my only disappointment was that the bike was not as he described, which I did not take out on him or his wife. Then his phone call came, Disappointment No. 2. A two face Jerk! Sorry you missed out on my hard earned money. It will be much easier for me to shove my money then it will be for you to shove your bike!
That's it! I can't take it any more. I hunted this past weekend IN THE SNOW and my feet felt like they were in the bottom of my watered down ice chest. The rest of my body was toasty warm, its just my feet or should I say toes. My boots are some Lacrosse 800 gram and I had on a thick pair of wool socks. I have tried everything from 2 pairs of wool socks (which makes my feet sweat) to wool socks with cotton socks on the outside. I do need a new pair of boots and have heard some good things about Muck Boots. But, at this point I will try anything. On a final note, I am very disappointed in the quality of Lacrosse boots. The pair that I have now are 2 years old and have split in the achilles area. My dad had the whole sole come unglued on his pair while in the woods. My last pair lasted 7 years! I refuse to buy Lacrosse anymore. Maybe its has something to do with them being made in China!