by Todd Cole
1/04 Central Ohio
About time!! That is what I
tell my uncle. I hunt with my family and it seems like they all
come up with a big buck every year but I never get a chance at
one. Well, the first day of muzzle loader season in central
Ohio changed my whole hunting outlook.
I have always shot what I had a chance to shoot. I have always
gone along for drives during gun season but never did much sitting.
This year I put a lot of time into hunting and seen numerous
deer but still never had a good shot at a decent buck.
I began to give up; I decided I was done sitting and would go
back to drive hunting for muzzle loader season.
My uncle told me I was crazy because it is hard to get a good
shot with a muzzle loader at driven deer; I told him I knew but
it was to cold and I would try next year. So he told me he would
call me in the morning after he and my cousin were done sitting
so I could go to his house and get a drive going.
It was December 27th, the first day of muzzle loader season when
my phone rang at about 8am. It was my uncle saying that I was
right, that he was freezing, and was ready to make a drive.
I told him I would be right over and hung up. I through on my
clothes and headed out the door to start my truck when I noticed
three deer across the road working there way down a fence line
right towards my property. (I live in the country in a house
my family just built in a woods so we have about an acre of yard
and the rest looks like unclaimed terrain.) I ran back in the
garage, grabbed my brand new knight 50 cal. disk rifle and headed
back my four wheeler path to get in front of them.
was one of those deals were if someone seen me running back the
path they would of laughed and
said I would never have a chance. As well, I didn't figure I
would see them again let alone get a shot. It worked though
and three does come into sight and another deer was following,
but it had its head down behind all the brush. I felt disappointed
for a split second then he raised his head. It all went so fast,
I could see he was of vary good size so I didn't hesitate in
taking a shot. I squeezed the trigger off when he was broadside
at about fifty or sixty yards.
tell I hit him, he ran off but I could hear him bouncing off
of ever tree in his path, then I heard him go down. So I ran
back to the house and called my uncle, "I'm going to be
late, I just shot a buck and he looked big," I said. He
just laughed and told me not to make excuses and to get my butt
out of bed. I told him I was serious, that I heard it go down
and to come help me with it. He said he would be right over,
I knew I wanted to give the deer some time but I was so excited
I waited about five minutes, (which seemed like a hour) and went
back to find it.
straight to where I saw it last and looked for blood which I
saw plenty of. I followed the trail for probably about sixty
yards and there he was. He looked like a moose compared to deer
I was used to taking. I field dressed it and began to drag it
towards the house, needless to say I didn't make it vary far
before I decided I would head back to the house so I could call
my uncle back to make sure he was coming. About the time I made
it back into the yard he was pulling in.
him back to it and I will never forget what he said, "I
have seen many deer in my life but never one with that big of
a rack." That made my day because I have always envied
him for all of his bucks and now I have taken one to compare.
I have not had it officially scored but it has been rough scored
at over 200".