my name is Cory Hughes and I live in Marietta, GA. I'm 15 years
old and have been hunting since I was 11. I got into hunting
through my Dad and my Uncles. We hunt in Sharon, GA. It's a town
about 10 miles outside of Crawfordville, GA. We've been in a
highly respected hunt club down in there since my Dad (who is
now 43) was a teenager.
I hadn't planned on going hunting even though it was the opening
day of gun season. Gun season started on October 21. We were
eating dinner at Captain D's when I found out my Uncle Scott
was going hunting that weekend. Instantly, I asked my Dad if
I could call Uncle Scott to see if he could take me with him
this weekend. He said I could and Uncle Scott said he could take
me. It was a Friday that I didn't have school so I spent the
afternoon with Uncle Scott at his work talking about cars and
such. We left there sometime in the afternoon.
My other uncle
who was there, Uncle Eric, was already down there and finishing
the black powder season with an evening hunt. Uncle Scott and
I just sat around the fire talking about tomorrow's hunt.
We got up that
morning about 6 am. I was with my Uncle Scott in a well known
spot for bucks. We sat around for a while until we saw a doe
walking around. She seemed pretty spooked at something. We couldn't
figure what it
was until a bird took a dive right for her head. She jumped up,
bounced about 10 feet and stopped. She acted very upset and was
snorting and bobbing her head up and down at that bird. We just
laughed at her. Later on, we saw a couple of does and a pretty
good buck. Uncle Scott was in a tree climber and couldn't see
the buck. I was probably about 5 feet below him and could see
his tail flicking and his massive rack moving up and down as
he was feeding. I didn't want to take a risky shot because there
was lots of cover and he was probably 120 to 130 yards away.
I figured that the Remington .243 I was using couldn't easily
take that shot anyways. It was an exciting hunt but no real luck.
while we were back at camp, my Uncle Eric and Red, a close friend
of the family and long time hunter, taught me how to use a tree
climbing stand. Uncle Scott was inside the camper sleeping.lol.
figured that I was doing well enough to use the stand for the
I again hunted
with Uncle Scott in the same area as we had that morning. When
I went to wake up Uncle Scott, I had told him that I felt good
about that evening hunt, and wanted to leave quickly. Uncle Scott
told me that
he knew exactly where he going to put me. It was only 40 yards
ahead of him but, it was along a clear-cut. I climbed up okay,
but I made a lot of noise because it was my first time climbing
in the woods so I was a bit
nervous. After getting up, I figured because I had made so much
noise, that I wouldn't see anything. But to my surprise, about
10 minutes after I got up, I heard a grunt to my left. I'd figured
that it was Uncle Scott getting in the first grunt so I didn't
pay that much attention to it.
Right after that, I heard an answering grunt and had no doubt
that this one was Uncle Scott. My heart began to quicken as I
realized that the first call was indeed a buck.
I only sat for
a few more minutes until I heard that sweet rustling sound of
leaves that every hunter loves to hear. I looked about northwest
of me and right at the edge of the clear-cut, I saw some movement.
I looked a little bit harder and realized that it was a deer
but I couldn't tell what it was. As he was feeding along the
ground, he turned the top of his head toward me. It was then
that I knew that this deer was a buck. Not a bad buck either.
My heart was pounding as I brought my True Talker Grunt Call
to my lips. I slowly grunted twice. The buck looked up, and started
to slowly make his way into the hardwoods and out of the clear-cut.
I raised the .243 slowly as I saw that the buck was walking into
a small clear area about 40 yards directly ahead of me. He walked
into it and stopped as he found an acorn to eat. I fired the
gun and at first thought the shot was a little too low. But the
shot was perfect.
He brought his leg up to his chest and stumbled a few steps.
I heard him crash into the leaves not far away, but couldn't
I called my
uncles and told them that I had got him. I felt like jumping
out of my stand to get to my deer, but immediately rejected this
idea since I was 20 feet up.lol. I saw to my right some movement,
but I realized that it was Uncle Eric walking over to look for
my buck. Uncle Scott came right up underneath me without me noticing
and asked where I saw the buck go. I pointed him to where the
buck went. He told me to go ahead and climb down. Uncle Eric
who was watching us told me to stop and tell him where I saw
the buck go( he was pulling my leg,he'd already found the deer
and was making me think I missed it). I pointed where he went
again and climbed down. I got up to them and began to panic as
they said they couldn't find the deer. I started to walk and
only 10 yards from
where he was shot, lay a buck. I got up to him and became very
excited to see that I had killed an 8 point buck.
When we got
back to camp, We measured out a 13 inch spread. We never weighed
the buck but he was good enough for my Dad to get mounted for