You want to talk about one exciting night of hunting? It was October 7, a Monday evening after work. I decided to skip our usual pizza night at Bunker Hill with the Velderman's and hit up the Bank for some hunting instead. I had been there the night before and seen a few deer on my way in to my stand. So Monday night I was determined to beat them to the spot. I got in the upper stand around 4:30pm. Plenty early considering I didn't see a single deer until about 7:00pm. That's when this nice six point came in from the south of me. He walked in about five yards from my stand and I gave him a Swhacker. He ran to the north and disappeared for about five minutes before I seen him step into the shooting lane to the north of me following a doe. He laid down in plain sight and died.
I figured that since the six point was down and no tracking was going to be necessary that I would sit out the rest of the night in hopes of a doe or a larger buck. And it was no more than 20 minutes and I heard some commotion coming from the same direction the six point came from. It was a bachelor group of three bucks with the largest of the three in the front. He walked out fifteen to twenty yard behind me and I got him to stop. Everything happened so fast and before I knew it an arrow was released. I can't even remember looking at my pins, but it seemed to look like a good hit.
I got down once it was nearly dark and checked my arrow. It was the best looking bloody arrow you could ask for. The Toxic broadhead (that I have never shot before) had done a good job. At least that's what I thought. Chad came and we tracked the deer for about 200 yards. It was great blood until we got to the road. We were stumped. After an hour of looking, we went and took care of the six point and I decided I would come back the next day after work. My buddy, Chris Korreck, and I looked for another two hours the next day with not much luck.
It wasn't until that Sunday (six days later) that Chad and Andrew went hunting and the bank and came back to a note on there truck. It read, "if you would like to know more information about a buck that was recently shot here, call this number". Chad called me and told me what he found and I instantly gave the guy a call. After a little persuasion and a labor trade, I got the rack from the deer. It was a nine point with some nice girth a neat kicker tine off the side. I didn't get the meat, but at least I got a keep sake that will let me remember October 7, 2013; the night I took two nice bucks in one sit.
In conclusion, I want to say I love the Swhacker broadhead, I love the Carbon Express lighted nocks, and I will never shoot a Toxic broadhead again.
Thanks to everyone that helped with the post hunt work of tracking, dragging, gutting, and cleaning the deer. Special thanks to neighbor Lou Wagenveld for taking the time to get in touch with me about the deer. I can't wait to have this guy hanging on my wall.
