"The whitetail rut is a fickle thing. You could be having a great day with bucks all around, while just a few hundred yards away, your brother could be bored and not seeing anything.
This was my experience this season. I just couldn’t seem to get in the right spot. Until Saturday, November 30th, when a flurry of hide, hair, antlers, and buffing breaths brought a hot doe with four bucks chasing her crashing into my spot. The branches cracking and leaves rustling were music to my ears. The doe eventually ran under my tree with a spike buck a few feet from her rear. Two 8-pointers were next to come out of the thicket, and then a huge bodied 9-pointer.
The 9-point was the biggest, but he ran in the opposite direction of the doe. I immediately grunted at him, causing him to stop. My second grunt caused him to look in my direction and then charge directly at me, stopping at 10 yards. He took my arrow in the side and ran off. He paused at 50 yards and snorted three times, then disappeared into the thicket. I sat quietly for two hours, watching.
Tracking was relatively easy, and I soon found his lifeless body bedded under an autumn olive bush. I relished my good fortune knowing that the rut is only as crazy as you experience it to be."
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