by Chris Ross
9 /07 Chesterfield,
Hi, my name is Chris Ross. I live in Chesterfield
SC. I am 37 years old. My Dad is from Wisconsin. We would always
go and visit my grandparents and uncles during the summer. My
uncle Mick lived and breathed hunting, and fishing. He always
had the coolest stories about his hunting experiences. The garage
was full of deer antlers. I never went hunting until I was 30
years old. I spent all my time working, and just being with
my family. My nephew Bryant started hunting when he was about
12 years old. So, I started going with him and his daddy, on
their land. I hunted with them for 4 years, and only killed
does. I never saw any bucks. Then I stopped hunting for 2 years.
Tim Caulder my good friend that I go to church with asked me
if I wanted to join a hunting club. So I joined the club. There
are only three members on this 234 acre club. Tracks are every
were, but we hadn't seen a single deer. The week of thanksgiving
(2007) Tim killed two bucks out of this climber sitting on the
point of a tree line. He said I could hunt the climber Friday,
because he wouldn't going to hunt that day.
morning November the 24th I got up at 5 am and went out to the
hunting club. I got in the climber and went up the tree. I sat
there until 9:45. I knew that I wasn't going to get a deer today.
I stud up to stretch my legs. There he was over my right shoulder.
He had just come over the ridge and was headed up the hill where
the corn pill was at. I pulled up my gun to get a shoot. The
deer was about 120 yards away going between scrub oaks and small
pines. I couldn't get a clean shot, so I started to grunt call.
He wouldn't stop. Then I thought that maybe if I yelled he might
stop. He didn't so I watched him go over the hill. I thought
to my self. Chris you blow that opportunity for your first buck.
I then thought why not try my grunt call. I put the grunt call
to my lips and blew. It was the worst sound you would ever hear
come out of that grunt call. I thought that was the nail that
sealed the coffin. My hunt was over. I said to myself calm down
and try again,
I've got nothing to loose. I took a deep breath and blew. That
time it was right. As I looked up the hill I could see his silhouette.
I would wait about 30 seconds between calling. Then I saw him
coming down the hill on the tree line. He got within about 80
yards in front of me, and he turned to his right. I blew on
the grunt call to see if he would stop, but he wouldn't stop.
Then I yelled, and the buck stopped. I aimed my gun and squeezed
the trigger. He dropped right where I shot him. He was an 8
point buck 150 lbs.
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