I wanted to finally share the story of my 2014 18 point Kansas bow buck. I was lucky enough to kill him with my Mathews Z7 bow. It was one of my shortest hunts and most exciting.
Kansas Bow Buck
It was early November and I had been watching several nice bucks on my trail cameras. I had been keeping an eye on one buck in particular. He was the biggest one I had on camera last season and a friend of mine named him “Stickers”. Stickers was a main frame ten with split brows on the right and double brows on the left. He also had a bunch of kickers. The buck just had a ton of character and would be a great Kansas bow buck. I had been feeding him and about 10 other bucks a special blend of minerals all spring and summer. Knowing I would probably be transferring to Kentucky at any time. I had made the easy decision to take “Stickers” if I was lucky enough to see the big brute. Hopefully, I would be able to get a good shot at him.
A friend of mine Brian who also had permission to hunt across the road from where I lived had called me one evening. He asked me to go hunting. The next morning and with a nice cold front coming in. I knew all the conditions were perfect to hunt my portable stand. I had hung it behind my house in the location I was getting tons of trail camera pictures of Stickers.
The next morning I got up and showered and ate and got my gear and walked about 300 yards behind the house. As I made my way up the tree in my portable the excitement built. I ran some deer out when I walked in and I thought I had messed up. They started blowing at me. I got settled in. The temperature was in the low 40’s and the wind was light and out of the northwest. I was hoping to get a big Kansas bow buck. After it had just been daylight for a little while I heard grunting coming from a nearby field. The leaves were still on the trees so I couldn’t see good. I saw what I could tell was a huge bodied buck out in the field even though I couldn’t see his antlers.
Grunt Call Works Again
I got my grunt call and gave him three short but firm grunts, and it was on. I couldn’t see him after that but he made a huge splash through the creek coming straight towards me like he was on a string. When he got close all I could see was his nose to the ground and that big rack coming to me. I knew he was a shooter so I drew back and it was to thick to get a shot. He stopped right behind the tree I was in. He was only about ten feet from him. I had to let off my draw before he stopped behind the tree. When I did my arrow made a slight noise and he stopped. Buck fever got me bad. I had to regain my composure.
I told myself he’s going to walk in a second and when he does draw back and ease to the left slowly. Then he will be in the clear. Sure enough he started walking and got in the clear about ten yards and stopped.
Kansas Bow Buck Down
When I went to put my pin on him there were two small trees in the kill zone. But there was enough room to place a carbon arrow tipped with a 100 grain G5 Montec for a double lung shot. When I squeezed that trigger on my release the sound that arrow made was sweet. and He walked about 50 yards and crashed. I had just taken my biggest buck ever with a bow. My heart raced! I started texting my buddies and telling them the news.
Sometimes It Takes Luck
I didn’t know it until later after checking a trail camera my buddy Brian had gone in to one of my stands across the road to hunt. Trail cameras confirm Stickers was in the area when Brian walked in. He possibly gave him a little nudge in my direction. It was a quick hunt. One of the most exciting I have been on in 34 years of hunting. There isn’t anything that can compare to taking a monster whitetail with a bow.
Bow Season Around the Corner
Bow season is just around the corner, or at least I keep telling myself that. I haven’t posted in a long while due to a recent job transfer from Kansas to Kentucky. I sure am going to miss the awesome whitetail hunting in our backyard in Kansas. I’m excited to hunt a state I have never hunted before in Kentucky. Just a few minutes ago my wife called me to look out the window. There was a big beautiful doe feeding in the edge of the woods in our backyard here in Kentucky.