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The hunt always starts the night before, checking the wind direction and choosing a stand. We know our best chance to kill a giant mature whitetail was going to be a stand called Poison Patch. But the past summer part of the timber was sold for logging. Not knowing what effect the new logging roads and new dead fall would have on the deer we wanted to sit it and scout it out. After seeing the action move 80 yards up the draw, we knew we had to rip it down and reset it. Seeing the wind direction for the morning, and being perfect for the Poison Patch, immediately are minds are made up. In previous days seeing a lot of morning movement we knew we wanted to get in the stand early in order to keep our hunting area undisturbed right before light. Sitting in pitch black for a good hour and a half and hearing a lot of deer movement in the dark below, we knew the light would bring the action.

Without disappointment we heard heavy footsteps coming down the draw, but nothing we could see. Finally seeing horn sneaking through the trees and getting the binoculars on them, we immediately knew we had a target animal coming into the kill zone. It was staying on the outskirts and just out of range with no clear shot. Finally he kept circling us and then walking down the logging path and straight through a shooting lane at 47 yards. Let the arrow go and see the deer flinch and turn into the arrow hitting in what we think lung liver shot. We waited a good 45 minutes before climbing down and look to recover the arrow. Not able to find the arrow but seeing bright red blood and lots of it leading away in two paths, we assumed the deer was still carrying the arrow. With the amount of blood and the shot placement we decided to track the deer. Following streams of blood for several hundred yards before it cuts into a giant CRP grass field and making tracking a little more difficult. We decide following blood for that long and not recovering the deer to back out and take a look at the video. With a better look at the shot placement and making us think more of the liver guts shot we decide to head home and let him have time to lay down. A full 24 hours after the kill shot and back at the farm. We tracked a dwindling blood trail for several hundred yards through the grass finally hitting a farm trail and loosing the blood. We decided to search the timber draws covering as much area as we can and keeping within sight. Few steps into the last draw and seeing the white tail on the other side of a creek, we couldn’t race fast enough to get our hands on another giant Iowa whitetail.