By Mark Kenyon
The Drury Outdoors team, as usual, is off to a great October start. A handful of great bucks have already been hitting the dirt, and today we have a big buck down for Dave Kramer. Read the excerpt below from Dave’s story and then see the rest on the Drury Outdoors Journal website. Congrats Dave on a terrific Iowa whitetail! – MK
“…As I filmed the two does walk to the base of my tree, I a spotted a larger deer coming over the ridge. When he stepped in to view I immediately recognized him as the buck I came in to kill. My heart went in to double time as he stood just twenty yards away but I had no shot opportunity so I focused on filming him. Suddenly one of the does decided that she didn’t like the smell of my climbing stick and trotted back towards where she had come from. Her concern was short lived and she began walking towards my shooting lane. Crabby was a bit nervous and watched as the two does walked directly out in front of my stand. I was concerned he would drop back over the ridge when he suddenly spun and began to follw the does. I went in to panick mode and swung the camera to my only shooting lane,zoomed in as far as I dared and prepared for the shot. I drew back as he entered my viewfinder and stopped him center frame at thirty yards….and rushed the shot, dropping my bow arm. Disgusted as he bolted up the ridge I said a few choice words to myself and stopped the camera. After bow hunting for more than twenty years I would like to think that buck fever is just something that affects only novice hunters and that I have full control of my emotions in the moment of truth. Truth is I don’t posses “ice water in my viens” like so many of the other DOD subcontractors. These “gifts from the gods” don’t show themselves all that often to me and I guess I just got shook up a bit when it happened.
As I stood there contemplating on climbing down I heard walking in the direction my dream buck had just run. I scanned the woods and caught movement of a deer slowly heading my direction. I flipped the camera back on and spotted Crabby standing just forty yards away staring directly towards my stand. Not believing it would actually work out I grabbed another arrow and started recording anyway. Slowly he walked stiff legged directly to my tree. When he hit twenty yards I picked the lane he might enter and locked the camera on where I felt he would end up. I clipped on and drew as he walked closer. At 15 yards I looked at the viewfinder and saw him enter from the right. He took a few more steps and turned broadside at ten yards. I don’t remember touching the trigger but saw the Carbon Force arrow bury itself through the left shoulder. Instantly I knew that he wouldn’t go far. I swung the camera on him as he went on a death run and piled up just out of sight…” – Dave Kramer
For more of the story and video of Dave with his buck, visit the Drury Outdoors Journal.