Name:Ryan Hamerlinck(MMK Illinois Prostaff)
Date of Kill:12/3/12
Time of Kill:4:30pm
Kill Type: Whitetail
On the last evening of the Illinois muzzle loader season I was blessed to have about 30 does and fawns feeding in front of my blind. After waiting out for a buck I glassed all of the deer making sure there was no button bucks or shed antler bucks already. So i picked the one that I thought was the biggest and most mature looking slick head and settled in on the kill zone ans let the TC Omega bark. Light was fading fast and with a light drizzle I knew I better get out and look for sign of a hit. Shortly after I found 2 big spots of blood and with a quick call to the neighbor I came out with a big ole doe weighing in around 140lbs. Sorry for the bad picture but my phone died just as we took the picture… Overall awesome night in the woods.
Date of Kill:11/24/2012
Time Of Kill:4:05
County: Muscatine County
Kill Type: Whitetail
It was a spur of the moment decission to head into the timber. Got into the stand about 2:30 in the afternoon. Not long after 4 does busted out of the timber, unknown reason why.I figured my hunt was over at that point. About 4 p.m. I looked across the field and saw him coming down a fence line. He was coming straight for me. The buck finally stepped into shooting range so i drew back. I stopped him at 25 yards broadside and let the muzzy broad head eat. He ran about 60 yards where he expired. My first Bow Buck Kill!!!
Name: Zack Whitmyer(Ohio Prostaff)
Date of Kill: Sept 29,2012
Time of Kill: 430
Location Details: funnel area/hardwoods
Kill Type: Whitetail
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It was opening day of the 2012 Ohio archery season, headed down to my farm in southeast Ohio, along side with my buddy Justin & Junior with big expectations for the weekend! It was a clear crisp morning with no deer insight for the morning. There for i decided to switch to another stand for the evening hunt. Got up in the tree at 230 didn’t have my cameraman due to camera difficulties. Wasn’t seeing nothing but tree rats until about 430 than this nice 8pt came out of nowhere and he was at 15 yds. Broad side. Picked up my bow and drew back slow as possible due to the fact that it was dead quiet, put the pin tight on the vitals. Clicked the release and let the arrow fly. Wasn’t the best shot i accidentally spine shot him. Therefore he went down in his tracks. It was an awesome hunt! Couldn’t be happier with him.
Date of Kill:11/11/12
Time Of Kill: Morning
Kill Type: Waterfowl
Late season mallards around here are hard to bring down into the smaller creeks and swamps but we did pretty well…just once again having trouble knocking them down shooting cheap steel shot. Time for some blindsides or nitro’s.
Date of Kill: 9/30/12
Time Of Kill: Morning
Kill Type: Waterfowl
Best opening day we’ve had yet…If we could hit everything we shoot at when it comes to teal and wood ducks we could have limited out many times over even with 5 guys.
Date of Kill: December 1, 2012
Time Of Kill: 8:30am
Location Details: In the Timber
Kill Type: Whitetail
Life ended for this eight point buck while he was trailing two does on December 1st , opening morning of the 2012 Iowa Shotgun Season 1. The morning started off with me getting to stand at around 6:00 am. After getting situated in my brad new Big Game Sky Rise, I heard the not so welcoming sound of a whitetail snorting in the darkness. After a couple of more snorts and a single stomp of the hoof, this ghost in the darkness was never heard from again. I have to give credit to Dead Down Wind for making a superior cover-up system and not giving away my location. Minutes before shooting time, a light fog started to set in. Just then, the sound of leaves rustling in the distance caught my attention. As I slowly swivel my neck trying not to move the rest of my body, I catch a glimpse of a small doe. I watch her as long as my neck could take it to see if there are other members of the herd with her. Then, 1, 2, & 3 more does slip out of the grass. Knowing that these four girls are out about 70 yards, I slowly re-adjust myself from my perch overlooking the grounds to relieve the strain on my neck. Just then, two of the does looked up and stared off into the haze of the early morning fog. Casually, a large silhouette appeared in the distance. After peering at it for a second, I could tell the this was figure was on a mission. Its step started to pick-up and its nose looking as if it were glued to the ground. This shadowy figure was a buck. While bring me binoculars to my eyes, I could see that this guy has had a hard fall. He looked as if he would have been a small six, if not for his right side antler being gone. Width on him was still inside his ears and not very tall at all. He got to with-in twenty yards of the four bachelorettes, and they scattered. He stopped were they stood for a couple of seconds, then trailed them off to the distance away from me. By this time, the sun had just started to peek over the horizon, and a forest started to come alive. A sound came to my left. I peered over and a lone doe stands there looking as if she is lost. And that is when the hunters nightmare began. For the next half hour to forty-five minutes, this lone soul never got farther than twenty yards from my stand. She took her time nibbling on some of natures smorgasbord board. During this time, the sun has been hard at work burning off the morning fog, and still there she is. Then the worst thing happens, my nose begins to itch, I try fighting it off, but there is not relief in its future unless it receives the soothing scratch of a finger nail. Ever so slightly raise, my hand moves towards my face. It seems to be taking minutes for the relief to come, then I catch a break, she slides behind a thick brush pile out of sight and I am able to get to me nose. After curing the agony that I was in, I glanced back at the brush-pile to try to pick her up before scanning the rest of the timber floor for other deer. At this moment, the unthinkable happens. I let me guard down and as I am place my hand back on my gun, I hear a faint squeak. This horrifying sound came from the rubber palm of my glove as it re-made contact with the glossy laminated gun stock. A chill went down my spine as I set there motionless. I slowly roll my eyes up to try to see if my new friend has caught this sound. At that moment, it appeared that our eyes met, and it is not love at first sight, I will tell you that. She stared in my direction for which felt like 10 minutes and would give a hoof stomp to try to get whatever that noise was to move. I sat the motionless during this. Well let’s just say this did not make her happy. She carried on like a teenage girl after her mom just told her to get back into the bathroom and get the whore paint off of her face, or she was not getting out of the house. She did laps around my stand and even at one point stud at the base of the ladder just looking around. Finally she must have gotten tired, trotted off into the distance with no flag flying. No wonder she is alone. I again would like to thank Dead Down Wind for making a superior cover-up system from Laundry and Bath soap, too their in the field spray. She never did pick up my scent. Now that this little show just took place, the timber was very quiet for awhile. The sound of a gun shoot here and there off in the distance would break the silence now and then, but silence was abound. Then I caught movement out in front of me, a Tom and his buddies showed up for acted two. They were out about 90 yards and were scratching at the forest floor near couple of pin oaks. A gobble came from the property to the east of me, and then the concert started. The four bachelors near me, with their best attempt of creating a barber shop quartet, responded. This lasted for around five minute back and forth, then out of nowhere, off to the west of me, Jake wanted to join in, but the poor fellow could barely put a full gobble together. I felt kind of bad for the guy. I just knew that the other guys were snickering at him. While listening to act two of my morning, I spied two does of to my left about sixty yards, grazing a dense patch of the timber. I watched them for about five minutes, then one of the girls turned around and again, stared off into the distance like someone was coming. Her ears swiveled back and forth like a pair a radar dishes trying to pick up what was there. Sure enough, I looked in the direction she is looking, just trying to catch a little movement of something. Then I catch the shadows moving in the darkness of the thick timber. Here he comes. Getting with too in thirty yards of the two girls, he stops and stairs at her, then continues on towards. As he picks up his pace, I get myself adjusted in the stand to look for a spot to place the crosshairs on him. He gets to within five yards of the pair, and they take off away from me. They want nothing to do with him. Of course, he follows like a love struck teenage boy, and I do not have a opening. All three of them disappear in the distance. For the next ten to twenty minutes, I am entertained by some fox squirrels on the timber floor, then again, I catch movement off to my left. Here come those two does again. Well, at least that is what I was hoping, I raise my binoculars to my eyes, I look behind that two to try to catch movement again behind them. Sure enough, these are the same two girls, here he comes. I lower my binoculars and raise my 12 gauge Ithaca Model 37 Feather-Lite with a Deer Slayer barrel attached, I look back at the does to follow the path that they are on to see if I can find a clear opening for a shoot on their pursuer. They cross an opening in the forest that gives me a clear shot that looks about three feet wide. It is about 90 yards to this location, re-calling the yardage that I took early in the morning with my Simmons Laser Range Finder. I place the crosshairs of my Mueller 2-7×32 Multi-Shot Scope on this opening, then peer back-up to find the horny devil following. Just has hoping, he follows them step for step. He gets near the opening, I settle back-in behind my gun taking steady breaths and peering down the scope waiting for the right moment. The front half of his body clears into the opening, I have my shoot. I locate the hair that I want to hit. “Aim small, miss small” gets repeated in my head. I take one more breath and exhale. I make a loud grunt sound and he stops. I squeeze the trigger and send a Remington Accu-tip 2-3/4” 385 grain slug down range. He drops there in his tracks. I am not sure on this dressed weight, but I would put him around 130 to 140. He has a 19” spread. Not only have I just harvested the largest buck of my life, one of the best parts of my morning was still to come. I sent the photo from my phone of the shoot looking straight down on the head to my wife. About ten minutes later my phone vibrates. Caller I.D. shows it is my wife. I answer the phone, but it is not her. It is my four year old son Zeke, who states. “Daddy, that is a big deer. I am proud of you.“Are you bringing it home so I can see it?”