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November 25: Eric Bothun

Well our first trip to Kansas earlier in November left us with unfilled tags. We had a lot of great and close encounters, passed on some deer we probably shouldn’t have passed on but I just couldn’t get this deer out of my mind. It has been literally a three year quest to try to get on this deer. I missed this deer in the fall of 2007 and I am glad I did because he had a lot more bone on his head this year. I am amazed as to what he turned into because I never laid eyes on him in 2008.

We planned our second trip down to Kansas over Thanksgiving after seeing a cold front was moving in. With three days of north winds pushing in we decided to go in and hunt a set I hung two weeks early. We got into the stand a little late. Right off the bat we started to see deer moving 360 degrees around us. We saw about a 140” 10 pointer coming in and meanwhile I was paying attention to him I caught movement off to my right and saw a smaller buck chasing some does. With the wind blowing hard out of the north it was making my eyes water so I rubbed my eyes and I decided to grab the rattling horns after all the bucks walked away. I banged them together to see if I couldn’t get something else to come in.

I turned to set the rattling horns down and looked straight to the north and all I saw was rack coming. He was walking straight towards us and he stopped and I grunt, snort, wheezed one time and he B-lined right for our tree. He went behind a lot of brush so I couldn’t tell exactly where he was going to come out. Much to my surprise he came out 70 yards straight in front of us walking right to the base of the tree and he stopped for a second and looked straight west to see another buck rubbing on a tree which made him turn to go towards that buck and put him directly broadside at 30 yards. I grunted to stop him and all I kept telling myself was to calm down and be steady. I pulled my PSE Omen back and released the arrow and I hit him a little back but it looked like high lung. He ran off back towards the pond. So I let him go until later that afternoon. We came back in that afternoon and much to my surprise he died right by the pond 60 yards from where I shot him. It was a memorable feeling walking up to the deer remembering how much history I had on him and it finally came to an end and sigh of relief that Kansas had produced my second 180” buck with a bow in three years.