"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat." ---Theodore Roosevelt 1910

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Brody Breaks 200

The second to the the last day of Utah's rifle season Brody harvested this amazing 11 x 8 (counting eye guards)
It grossed an amazing 217"

For as long as I can remember I have wanted to shoot a giant non-typical muley. You know, the one that everyone in town is talking about. The one that hands down wins the local big buck contest that year. Well I am still waiting for that to happy to me but Brody got it done in only his second year of  hunting at 13 years old. (2015)

Here is how Brody remembered it....On a crisp cold morning the day before Halloween we walked in the dark out to a point and sat down waiting for it to get light. We sat thereIfor hours and hours in the cold without seeing a single deer. it was around 9:30am when my dad said  we were wasting our time and stood up, packing his things and folding the shooting sticks. I was starting to stand up when my dad dropped to his knees and said "Big Buck!"

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The buck we were after appeared out of nowhere below us. My dad was rushing to set up the sticks for me. The buck had already looked up and saw us. He turned right around in his tracks and took off up the canyon out of sight. My dad started running so I followed him. We ran to the next overlook and my dad set up the sticks and pointed across the other side. I could see the buck was climbing up the steep hillside. He stopped halfway and was looking over at us.

I pulled the gun up on the shooting sticks and was aiming right at him. My dad was saying "Shoot Him!". I was right on him with the scope and pulled the trigger. I dropped him right in his tracks and he rolled to the bottom. It all happened so fast.  We both were jumping up and down yelling  and then all the sudden I got so "bucky" I could barely stand from the shakes.

I was in shock walking up to him seeing all those points sticking out of the sage. We were so excited! My dad was way happy. I couldn't believe what I had shot. We took lots of photos. We gutted him and my dad had to cut him in half to get him back to the truck. Everyone tells me I am "ruined for life" now. My dad says that's a good problem to have."

Note: Special thanks to Brett. He found this buck and named him Cecil. He hunted him on the muzzle loader season. He didn't have a rifle permit so I took Brody out after him and we got lucky at the end of the hunt.    













Brett Mounted Brody's Buck




Brody made this base in wood shop

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