By Mark Kenyon
That’s really all I can say at this point. The last 36 hours have been an absolute whirlwind, but somehow they led me to this moment. Sitting in my Ohio hotel room. With blood on my hands.
The full story will be for another day (and trust me, it’s a heck of a story, full of last minute decisions, traffic jams, Facebook polls and much more). But I’ll give you the cliff notes version for now.
I just shot the biggest buck of my life. By a mile. Jawbreaker. He’s the first buck I saw on our Ohio property last year, and he’s been my #1 buck I’ve been hunting ever since. Yesterday, on a gut feeling, I packed up, bailed out of the office and headed down five hours to hunt here in Ohio – specifically because I thought I knew where Jawbreaker would be bedded and conditions seemed to be right to catch him on his feet a little early.
The hunt last night didn’t pan out, but tonight’s did. I got an arrow in Jawbreaker, but the shot was back. After reviewing the footage, I saw that my arrow hit the buck pretty far back, but angling forward a bit, so I have hope that I might have gotten some liver.
The plan now is to try and get some sleep tonight (not going well so far), and then head back out to track in the morning.
Hopefully I’ll have some good news to share!
My first encounter with Jawbreaker, October 2013
Jawbreaker back on camera in Summer 2014
Jawbreaker, tonight just after I shot him (I believe the exit wound is low and center, just between those two weeds)