Deer hunters are a special breed. I have never been a hunter but members of my extended family are Deer Crazy?? This story is for all you hunters and the hunters women who have to put up with their hunting.
A man named Jerry who was retired and an avid hunter owned a 350 acre farm near Nashville, Tn. One evening while out back of his house, he saw the biggest Buck he had even seen. He told his wife, " Wouldn't it be something if I killed that Buck once deer season arrives?"
Hunting season was almost a month away. Jerry installed one of those digital tree cameras and the next day he had over 40 photos of the monster buck. He counted 21 points on the Big Bad Buck's massive rack. He became obsessed with hunting this Buck. He might get him when bow season rolls around. The day before bow season opened Jerry was practicing with his bow and it broke. The bow was out of warranty but Jerry took it back to The Bass and Pro shop and told the guys the Big Bad Buck story and they replaced it with a new one.
From his tree stand high in an oak tree Jerry waited for the Buck to arrive early one morning. Hours later Mr. Buck ventured into range of Jerry's location. 30 yards from his prey, Jerry let fly an arrow that somehow missed his target and away ran the Buck. Jerry never saw this Buck again during the remainder of bow season. Perhaps he had left his property or maybe someone else had killed his Buck.
Jerry now was obsessed with this Buck. He went to bed planning on how to hunt this Buck and woke early each morning to get into the woods for the hunt. His wife became concerned with him. Was Jerry losing it? He had lost 12 pounds in weight and was eating normal. The people from his Church began to pray for him. Were they praying for Jerry's sanity or for him to kill that Buck??
. Jerry admitted that hunting that Buck was all he could think about. He estimated than he had spent 190 hours in his pursuit of Mr. Buck. He had read the entire New Testament and was well into reading the Old Testament while waiting in the deer stand.
The moment finally arrived as he set in his stand reading the Bible. A noise of tree branches being broken while the Buck approached the area near his perch. Jerry with anticipation and nerves of steel lifted the .270 rifle and found the Buck in the cross hair of the scope. A lone shot broke the silence of the woods as the Buck lay dead on the ground. Jerry's sanity restored. His worthy Buck now graces the wall it his den.
A man named Jerry who was retired and an avid hunter owned a 350 acre farm near Nashville, Tn. One evening while out back of his house, he saw the biggest Buck he had even seen. He told his wife, " Wouldn't it be something if I killed that Buck once deer season arrives?"
Hunting season was almost a month away. Jerry installed one of those digital tree cameras and the next day he had over 40 photos of the monster buck. He counted 21 points on the Big Bad Buck's massive rack. He became obsessed with hunting this Buck. He might get him when bow season rolls around. The day before bow season opened Jerry was practicing with his bow and it broke. The bow was out of warranty but Jerry took it back to The Bass and Pro shop and told the guys the Big Bad Buck story and they replaced it with a new one.
From his tree stand high in an oak tree Jerry waited for the Buck to arrive early one morning. Hours later Mr. Buck ventured into range of Jerry's location. 30 yards from his prey, Jerry let fly an arrow that somehow missed his target and away ran the Buck. Jerry never saw this Buck again during the remainder of bow season. Perhaps he had left his property or maybe someone else had killed his Buck.
Jerry now was obsessed with this Buck. He went to bed planning on how to hunt this Buck and woke early each morning to get into the woods for the hunt. His wife became concerned with him. Was Jerry losing it? He had lost 12 pounds in weight and was eating normal. The people from his Church began to pray for him. Were they praying for Jerry's sanity or for him to kill that Buck??
. Jerry admitted that hunting that Buck was all he could think about. He estimated than he had spent 190 hours in his pursuit of Mr. Buck. He had read the entire New Testament and was well into reading the Old Testament while waiting in the deer stand.The moment finally arrived as he set in his stand reading the Bible. A noise of tree branches being broken while the Buck approached the area near his perch. Jerry with anticipation and nerves of steel lifted the .270 rifle and found the Buck in the cross hair of the scope. A lone shot broke the silence of the woods as the Buck lay dead on the ground. Jerry's sanity restored. His worthy Buck now graces the wall it his den.
Very nice story my friend! Was it worth it, i wonder? I like it even i am not hunter, thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI like your story. I am a hunters wife and know O that time of year...All I say is give me the credit cards he so into his thing he don't even think about the fact that he just gave me the credit cards...LOL
ReplyDeleteas a previous hunter and a wife of a hunter I know all to well about Buck fever.[great story ] I for one don't miss the getting out of bed before crack of dawn ,freezing my ass off till daylight in hopes of get the big one .However I still have the husband to do the bragging and since we live in the country and have several ocassions of seeing mostly does and fawns The Buck Fever seems to never leave him...
ReplyDeleteBuck is a rare species in India, and hunting is prohibited. There had been a case of a celeberity actor Salman can adjudged to be jailed for having shot the buck. Please when i think i saw you as a pet lover, please be considerate to species. well butchery for food is of course for survival. i do not advocate one has to be of vegetarianism, but then killing for a game well it shows no mercy. please be with me in this comment.
ReplyDeleteWell, I guess I'm a different type of hunter..since I hunt to eat & not for trophy, I've never been obsessed like that..however put me under the hood of an old Hot Rod..that's another story!
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