I’ve hunted whitetails for over 20 years
throughout North America, from a tree, on the
ground and in all types of conditions. All that
experience aside, nothing can truly prepare you
to handle that moment when you see the largest
buck of your life coming your way.
Ohio had been hit or miss for me, this would
be my 5th trip, with one nice buck to my credit.
I left prime conditions in New York, crisp
cool mornings and temperatures in the 30’s to
make the drive to Ohio. When I got there, the
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temperatures were in the high 40’s and it looked
like rain was moving in.
I spent my first uneventful afternoon on stand
planning to return and hunt it the next morning.
About an hour after light I saw my first sign of
rutting as a young buck was chasing four or five
doe. This raised my spirits as maybe the rut was
kicking in. Some time passed as I was sitting
in the steady rain, and then I saw him. He was
moving about 200 yards away, following a doe.
I watched them both enter a thicket bedding
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