Jim Powell’s 8-pointer
Scorable Points: 8
Kill Date: Oct 13, 2006
It was a cool overcast day on Oct 13, with our first chance of snow for the Fall. I got out to my stand about 3:30. My stand was about 22 feet up in a willow tree on the bank of Little Cedar Creek. My stand of choice is the Lone Wolf Alpha, accompanied with their climbing sticks. I have hunted this area and stand since 2001. The creek ran through a cattail marsh that provided a great bedding and security cover for the local deer.
I was on stand for about two hours with no deer sightings. Then I heard a few shots coming from a neighboring property. It sounded like a .22 caliber. I believe they were squirrel hunting. About 10 minutes after the shots I heard, a few deer coming down the creek bed. The first three deer were mature doe, which were followed by a couple fawns. They made their way past my stand and down the creek and disappeared into the cattails. Just as I settled back into my seat. I heard a single deer slowly walking down the creek. I stood up and position myself for a possible shot. This time the deer was a huge clean eight point. As he approached my stand, he turned and stepped out of the creek and proceeded my way through the long grass and cattails. I thought he was going to skirt my stand without presenting a shot opportunity. As he passed by, all I could see was his rack through the top of the cattails. Just as I was losing hope for a shot, he decided to step back into the creek to cross. He was about 25 yards away, so I gave him a mouth grunt to try and stop him. He stopped quartering away. I let the arrow go from my Mathews Outback. My arrow hit right where I was aiming. The deer mule kicked and ran down the creek about 75 more yards and jumped into the cattails. I marked where he went in and settled back into my stand until dark. I quietly got down and I went to get my arrow. I could see it sticking up out of the creek. The water was only about 6 inches deep where the deer was standing. It was covered in good blood with no smell of any gut. I then knew I had hit my mark. At the angle I was shooting, the arrow would have passed thru the liver and the opposite lung. Knowing this I decided not to go look for the deer until morning. The low was forecast to be in the high 20’s. Needless to say, it was a long, sleepless night. This was the biggest buck I had ever seen on stand. The last thing I want to do was bump him and lose the blood trail in the thick marsh. I made the right decision because when I entered the cattails where I last saw him, he was laying dead about 10 steps in.
I could not believe the mass on this deer. He had more than 43 inches of mass measurements, with his longest tine 12 inches. I estimated his live weight to be about 250 pounds. He would later gross score 171 5/8” and netted 168 6/8”. My best buck to date.