Coug's Best Buck
12 pt. whitetail
In 1992, I had gone without filling a bow permit yet, so on the day before the 2nd shotgun season in early December, I decided to give it one more try......and I was ready to take anything just for the meat. Still, I had found fresh scrapes a few days earlier and taking a nice buck was still in the back of my mind. After work, I hurriedly I dressed in my camo, grabbed my bow and was off as shooting light would not last much longer.
Soon after the drive to my area and walking a short
distance I saw 3 does running across the open field toward the new scrapes.
I walked briskly along the field edge headed for a favorite corner. Soon
after passing through a gap between another field and the woods, I saw what
appeared to be a nice buck approaching slowly with his nose to the ground
nearly 100 yds away. All I could do was back up and hide behind briars and
weeds, just hoping he would stay on course. As I waited in anticipation,
buck fever started.
Minutes seemed like hours, but the buck came into sight veering slightly as
he turned toward the wooded hillside. I quickly drew my bow and sighted in
as he was now quartering about 30 yards away. Finding a hole through the
brush I was hiding in I released and the arrow found its mark completely
passing through. This is my highest scoring buck to date with a gross of 154
3/8, netting 141 1/8. His inside spread is 21 1/2". Sometimes you need all
the luck you can get!
9 pt. 1990 Buck
I had seen this buck on 3 separate occasions while scouting
and still hunting, but never had the opportunity to really go after him
although I kept a special note of his appearances. During the week of
Thanksgiving in 1990, I was on vacation all week and so made my plans. On
Sunday morning I rattled in a nice 7 pt. taking him.
Two days later with the wind just right, I decided to make a serious attempt
at this 9 pt. Oversleeping, I arrived at my spot just as daylight was taking
over. Crossing the barren field, I stepped on ice puddles and the crunching
echoed throughout and across to the woods I was heading toward. As I neared
the woods edge, I heard a deer walking in the leaves toward me. With my
loc-on stand on my back, no arrow on the string, and my release still in my
pocket I stepped to my left behind a large water oak tree, peered around and
saw that buck heading in my direction! Hurriedly I strapped my release on,
and tried to nock an arrow but found my eliminator button had slid against
the nock. So with my gloves on and trying to hurry I nocked the arrow
underneath the button. As I peeked back around the tree I drew my bow and at
8 steps there he was. I held higher than normal and released! The arrow
passed through the front of his chest and exit.
