I bow, and rifle hunt in the western part of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. We have tent camped in the same place every year since the early 1980’s. A friend of ours, who lives about 5 miles from where we camp, stopped in on about the 3rd. day that we were there this year. He got out of his truck with a big grin on his face, and said
“Boys I was sure glad you guys left when you did last year, because I was driving by the camp site when I saw a doe standing next to it by the road. I stopped my truck to look at her when I saw a really nice shooter buck bedded down about 20 yards away. So I get out of my truck, take out my rifle from the case, and load it. The whole time this buck is staring at me from his bed. As I bring my rifle up, he stands up and starts to move, but he was in my crosshairs, and I dropped him in his tracks!”
He brings out the pictures and it was a 14 point (Eastern Count) non-typical, that gross scored a little over 187 Boone and Crockett, and dressed out at 225 pounds.
After we joked around a bit, he invited us to stop by before we leave to go back home, and have some coffee and look at the mount. (He had gotten it back from the Taxidermist just before we came up this year.)
Two Days later he shows up at camp again. “Boys come over to the house I’ve got something to show you.” We go to his house and hanging in his barn is a massive 10 point, which he just gotten with his bow. This one dressed out at 185 pounds and looked to be about 4 ½ years old.
After we joked around some more on where he got the buck (This one was from his 40 acre section down the road from our camp.)We went in for some of that coffee that he promised, and I said “Boy some people have all the Luck".
But it couldn’t have happend to a nicer guy.