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I tagged out on Saturday evening with a 7 point. It was my first ever archery buck.

I tagged out on Saturday evening with a 7 point. It was my first ever archery buck.

Nice. I passed on a six pointer a few years ago because I was going to be out with a gun the next few days. Didn't see one buck, was brutal. That was the only time I've ever done archery too, effed that up

I tagged out on Saturday evening with a 7 point. It was my first ever archery buck.

Nice. I passed on a six pointer a few years ago because I was going to be out with a gun the next few days. Didn't see one buck, was brutal. That was the only time I've ever done archery too, effed that up

The only season I ever hunted was archery. Over that preceding summer, I became f**king Robin Hood, man. Lethal. Could get all 6 shots from my bow quiver into the print of a big crabapple from 30 yds. I was READY.

Opening day, we go out to a trail my uncle and I had scouted in the weeks prior, and I got set up in a natural blind about 15 yds up from the trail. First light, I see a doe come into view. I didn't have a particularly heavy draw on my compound, I could hold it for a good while, and so I drew waiting to see the bucks. Then I heard some rustling directly behind me, and I turned my head around, and there was goddamned 8-point poking its head through the bush into the blind I was occupying like 14 inches from my face. It snorted and bailed, I panic-twanged my arrow off into god knows where, and in that moment I determined that other sports beckoned.

I tagged out on Saturday evening with a 7 point. It was my first ever archery buck.

Nice. I passed on a six pointer a few years ago because I was going to be out with a gun the next few days. Didn't see one buck, was brutal. That was the only time I've ever done archery too, effed that up

Yeah, If I was alone.. I'd bet I would've passed this one up. It was a cool situation. My buddy invited me to hunt his farm (that NEVER happens) and he called in the buck right at sundown. We were in his elevated redneck blind (wow, that thing is the cats ass). It gave me a perfect shot and I let one fly. Went about 35 yards. Rage hypodermic FTW!

The only season I ever hunted was archery. Over that preceding summer, I became f**king Robin Hood, man. Lethal. Could get all 6 shots from my bow quiver into the print of a big crabapple from 30 yds. I was READY.

Opening day, we go out to a trail my uncle and I had scouted in the weeks prior, and I got set up in a natural blind about 15 yds up from the trail. First light, I see a doe come into view. I didn't have a particularly heavy draw on my compound, I could hold it for a good while, and so I drew waiting to see the bucks. Then I heard some rustling directly behind me, and I turned my head around, and there was goddamned 8-point poking its head through the bush into the blind I was occupying like 14 inches from my face. It snorted and bailed, I panic-twanged my arrow off into god knows where, and in that moment I determined that other sports beckoned.

That'd be enough to hook me for life!

Archery hunting anywhere but from an elevated position is 10x harder.

I tagged out on Saturday evening with a 7 point. It was my first ever archery buck.

Nice. I passed on a six pointer a few years ago because I was going to be out with a gun the next few days. Didn't see one buck, was brutal. That was the only time I've ever done archery too, effed that up

Yeah, If I was alone.. I'd bet I would've passed this one up. It was a cool situation. My buddy invited me to hunt his farm (that NEVER happens) and he called in the buck right at sundown. We were in his elevated redneck blind (wow, that thing is the cats ass). It gave me a perfect shot and I let one fly. Went about 35 yards. Rage hypodermic FTW!

Ha that's great. I got back to camp and my uncles and cousins were like dude wtf are you doing passing on your first archery buck

Had a nice sunset hike yesterday