The next few paragraphs are written by my Nephew Brock Ansel. He shot a beautiful 9 pointer on opening day and has quite a story to tell. Here it is in his own words. I’m posting a picture of Brock with his buck, and one with him and his son Owen at the Jerome game pole.
I ended up getting permission to hunt 40 acres which is 10 minutes north of my house in Jerome about 2 weeks ago. As soon as I got permission I ended up buying and putting together 2 ladder stands, one overlooking a 10 acre hay field and the other over looking a swamp. I baited with corn and pumpkins and let it sit for a week. On opening day I couldn’t sleep so I ended up heading to the property at 5 a.m.. At 6 a.m. I could hear a few deer come and go but it was still too dark to see. At 7 a.m. I saw a 5 point chasing 3 does through the woods and around 8 a.m. that same 5 pointer gave me a shot but I passed. At 9 a.m. I heard a crash behind me about 50 yards, and when I turned around I saw 3 does. Then behind a tree (about 4 feet wide) I could see horns on one side and a deer butt on the other. I’m left handed and hold the butt of my Muzzleloader in my left shoulder but to make this shot I put the butt of my gun in my right shoulder. This is a shot that I have never practiced! I was ready when the buck moved forward but he decided to take a few steps back, so I had to readjust my target, and when he presented his shoulder I let a bullet fly. I had to wait which felt like minutes for the smoke to clear and when it did, I saw him limping up the hill into a hay field and I was able to see him stager and drop after going only 30 yards. Just the relief I felt when I saw him drop was amazing, I didn’t have to second guess if I made a good shot or if I was going to have enough blood to track him, all that nervous energy was gone immediately, and then it was onto PARTY TIME!
I have only dropped one other wall hanger in my years of hunting and it was at Uncle Randy’s property in Marquette. I was 16 at the time and just assumed that I would get a big boy every year going forward, boy was I wrong. 16 years later at 32 years old I have another wall hanger. My first big buck sits above my 2 year old Owen’s bed and this buck is going to hang above my 8 month old son Greer’s bed in due time! I’ve truly cherished this moment and all that comes with it because I don’t know if this will happen again in 16 years when I’m 48 or even in my lifetime, so I’m just soaking in the memories and camaraderie that bagging this big boy has brought me. Opening day morning I took my buck to Jerome Country Market and put him on the buck pole and out of 250 bucks entered, my name was drawn and I was awarded with a new beautiful tree stand. It doesn’t get any better than this!