John's Journal... Entry 147, Day 1
MIKE BEATTY'S BIG DEER
Beatty's Buck of a Lifetime
EDITOR'S NOTE: Avid deer hunter Mike Beatty from Xena, Ohio, has been hunting since he was 12-years-old. In the 2001 hunting season, he took the buck of his lifetime -- a monster buck that scored 304 6/8 Boone and Crockett points -- while wearing Mossy Oak's new Break-Up camouflage. This week, Beatty will tell us about his hunt of a lifetime and share his passion for bow hunting whitetails and enjoying the outdoors with family and friends.
QUESTION: Why did you attend the 2002 Shooting
Hunting Outdoor Trade (SHOT) Show in Las Vegas?
Tell me about the hunt.
QUESTION: Had you hunted this area often?
What brand of call did you use?
A few minutes later, the big deer came down the fence row. At about 40 yards, I could see it. He had a big rack. He came in behind me, and I positioned myself so the tree my stand was in was between his head and mine. I watched him walk all the way in front of me. He stopped where the 8 point stopped at the 15-yard marker, turned around and walked toward me. He ducked down, and I drew my bow. I knew he would duck under a low-hanging branch. He came in at about 12 yards and started quartering toward me. I lost my shot opportunity at the vitals because the buck kept quartering toward me, so I had to shoot him down through the neck into the vitals. I ended up getting a fairly good shot at him. He was at 10 yards when I made my shot. He spun around and took off, and I got down from my stand right away. I was pretty nervous at that point. I went over and checked out the area where I shot the deer and found some blood.
Then, I sat down for about 45 minutes or an hour. At that point, by the time I got up to go look for him again, the day had started getting dark. I took the flashlight and went looking for him down the blood trail. I ended up not finding him that night because another deer was blowing and snorting at me. I thought it was the deer I'd shot, so I just turned around and walked out of the field. I placed an arrow where I stopped looking. The next morning my son and I searched for the downed deer. He looked on one side of the field, and I looked on the other side of the field where I'd placed the arrow. He tugged on my shirt, "Dad, there he is!" The buck was lying on the left side of the field, and I was looking on the right side where I left the arrow. My son had found my trophy buck for me.
TOMORROW: AFTER THE KILL