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Ohio Public Land Produces, BIG! by Ed Waite Published as "There for Anybody to Hunt" RACK Magazine September 2005 |
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I just felt the need to be out there hunting, even though the weather was not cooperating claims Randy. So he loaded up his gear and headed out for the afternoon. By the time he arrived in the parking area it was about 1:30. He saddled up his gear and made his way into the Wildlife Area. He was heading for a special area that he had scouted previously, it was about two miles from the road . As he neared the perfect spot, he would have a medium size stream to his left, open woods in front, then heavy thicket to the far right. He had felt it was a good spot, lots of sign with plenty of rubs and scrapes about the area and he figured that the thicket was a for sure bedding area. Randy then set out several film canisters filled with Jacks Scent near some of the scrapes and rubs. He also estimated the distance to each from where he planned to set up on the ground. I have scouted and hunted this area before, some last year and a lot this year, I knew there was a nice buck in here, whether he would be here today was another matter, Randy stated quite matter-of-fact. After getting his ground blind set up and his crossbow readied he settled in for the afternoon. I tried rattling a couple of times and tried my Primos Estrus call, nothing was happening except I was getting wet and cold, he continued. About every 30 minutes I would rattle the antlers in hopes of getting some action, but all I got was more rain. |
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| About two hours in, Randy was frustrated as he was seeing nothing, and now the wind was changing directions almost every minute, the weather was getting worse by the hour. Still, he toughed it out. I was getting discouraged now and was thinking about leaving, it was after 4 PM and the woods was empty as far as deer were concerned. I was looking to my left when I heard a noise around the other way. I slowly turned to the right and caught a glimpse of a deer just moving out of the thicket about 85 yards away. He may have been bedded down in there because as he cleared the thicket he stopped and shook off the rain. His rack was massive and the water flew off its body as he shook. The antlers were huge as it whipped its head back and forth. My heart started pounding like it was coming out of my chest. I have never seen a buck this big, Randy was becoming animated as he told his story. |
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The buck was coming slightly towards me, quartering
to the left. As he moved I think he caught the scent on one of my canisters as he then turned and headed straight for one of them. When it got to the canister which was out about 35 yards, it stopped with its head just behind a tree. This gave me the chance to ready my Horton Legend II crossbow. Suddenly, something startled him, I think he winded me. He whirled around and stepped past the tree and looked straight at me for what seemed like hours. He kept looking and looking and I was frozen in mid motion, the crossbow halfway to my shoulder. After like forever, he put his head down and started back the way he had come, just like nothing had happened. I was now sure I was going to get a shot at him as it allowed me to get the crossbow up to my shoulder. When I was ready, I grunted. He froze! I was shaking so bad, I thought I was going to pass out. I looked through my scope and it was almost completely fogged over. I could hardly see anything. Looking down the side of the scope and then looking through it I lined up the shot. I guess I lined up on the wrong line because when I hit the trigger, the bolt hit the deer high, right in the spine. The buck dropped in its tracks, but it was lying there, thrashing and kicking and trying to drag itself away. I was trying desperately to get the crossbow cocked and another bolt in place for a follow up shot, but again, I was shaking so bad I couldnt get the bolt lined up in the slot. Finally I was able to load and finish him off with a shot to the heart, Randy was really excited now as he related the details of the final seconds of the hunt. |
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I just kinda dropped everything and ran over to the
deer and kicked it in the back to be sure it was down for good. Then I took the antlers in my hands, I knew it was a monster before I shot, but now it seemed even bigger. I counted the points as I marveled at this tremendous buck. I counted 22 the first time, then 24 the second and finally settled on 23, Randy recalled, (there were 22 scoreable points, plus several just shy of the minimum one inch.) About then another hunter that had been sitting about 120 yards away came over to see my deer and that is when we both decided that this buck was really something special. |
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I have been hunting about 22 years and this is the biggest
buck I have ever seen. I got out my tag and filled it out then
came the knife and I got it field dressed and ready to drag.
It was very heavy, had it not been for this other fellow and
another guy that soon came along, I might never have gotten it
out of the woods. It was too heavy for me to even budge,
Randy emphasized! The buck dressed out about 230 pounds. Randys father called me Friday evening about measuring
the antlers and we made |
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| Oh, and by the way, if you happen to be in the Deer Creek Wildlife Area and you happen to come across a ground blind and camo umbrella, they probably belong to Randy Cook! |
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