WHEN THE BUCK shoved his heavy-antlered head by means of the curtain of thick undergrowth that separated him from the clear-cut space the place the chain saws had been at work, I hesitated. The oncoming animal was 150 yards away — an extended shot by the brush-country requirements that prevail right here in closely wooded northeastern Tennessee. Nevertheless it wasn’t the lengthy vary that saved me from squeezing off the shot.
For greater than 20 of my 60 years I’ve been looking deer with the Mannequin 336 Marlin lever-action .30/30 carbine that I used to be carrying, and I had come to know its capabilities in addition to I do know my very own. My palms have been regular as I held the 15-year-old scope on the animal’s head and antlers whereas nonetheless making an attempt to get a transparent have a look at the remainder of the massive physique.
What made me hesitate was that I couldn’t match the dimensions of the rack I used to be taking a look at onto a whitetail. I had seen a whole bunch of Tennessee deer, however the antlers I used to be now scoping with the 4X Weaver have been so massive that I used to be afraid they belonged to a rambling elk.
I couldn’t maintain from visualizing these mighty horns and head on my living-room wall lower than 20 miles away, and my set off finger was on the verge of taking management over my thoughts.
Though Tennessee’s Unicoi County is 1000’s of miles from what is called elk territory, my worry was not so farfetched because it sounds. Virginia, which borders Tennessee about 40 miles from the place I used to be looking, has a small elk herd. Might one in all them have left the herd and migrated southward onto Wealthy Mountain, my prime deer-hunting grounds?
I’ve by no means hunted massive sport exterior Tennessee and had by no means seen an elk, however I’d seen sufficient photos of them to acknowledge one if I bought a full view of him. I figured that if I used to be taking a look at a stray elk, taking pictures him was sure to be unlawful. Nonetheless, I couldn’t maintain from visualizing these mighty horns and head on my living-room wall lower than 20 miles away, and my set off finger was on the verge of taking management over my thoughts.
I used to be born in Washington County, Tennessee, and nonetheless dwell there. My dwelling close to Johnson Metropolis is simply eight miles west of the waterfall behind which Daniel Boone as soon as hid from Indians. Lower than a mile from that four-foot waterfall in Boone’s Creek is a beech tree on which he carved the legend: “D. Boone cilled a bar right here in 12 months 1760.” On the Nolichucky River in neighboring Greene County stands the cabin by which Davy Crockett was born in 1786.
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Once I left dwelling final November 17, headed southwest out of Washington County, and crossed the Nolichucky 12 miles upstream from the Crockett cabin, I couldn’t have guessed that my title would quickly go into the report guide that bears the names of these two well-known pioneers.
My feeling is powerful for the land traveled by Boone and Crockett and for the instances by which they lived and hunted. I’ve walked trails that each of these early hunters will need to have adopted at a while. I’ve moved many tons of earth with small hand instruments to uncover some 40,000 Indian relics and artifacts alongside the river banks of the area. One of many articles in my assortment is a piece of human spine with an arrowhead nonetheless embedded in it.
Through the summers I spend many an hour trying to find Indian burial grounds and gathering data that may inform us extra in regards to the hunters and fishermen who have been right here throughout and earlier than the time of Boone and Crockett. A few of my finds return to the time of the Early Woodland Indians of 6,000 years in the past.
However I find time for fishing once they’re hitting and for looking when the seasons come round. Looking is a vital a part of my life, and I’ve introduced up my two sons — Clyde, who’s 38, and Roy, 28 — to be hunters. Each have killed their share of deer.
Earlier than deer season opens Clyde, who lives close to me, and I’m going into the mountains and hunt ruffed grouse with a number of of the three English setters I maintain. Looking quail within the rolling farm nation round my dwelling is less complicated, however struggling out of the deep hollows and up the steep ridges after grouse will get us in high form for deer looking. I gained’t say it’s simple going for a grandfather, however I’m often going sturdy when Clyde calls outing for a relaxation. In two years I’ll be retiring from plumbing and electrical work, after which I plan to hunt much more.
After crossing the Nolichucky River that day final November I drove my 1960 pickup so far as I may on a dead-end street within the Cherokee Nationwide Forest. I made a decision I wouldn’t relaxation till I bought to the highest of Wealthy Mountain. It might be a couple of three-hour hike, with the elevation growing about 1,000 toes for every hour of strolling. I’d had glimpses of some massive deer on the mountaintop. I didn’t intend to maneuver quick sufficient to spook any deer that could be shifting down the mountainside. Nevertheless it was 12:15, and I might have just a few hours for looking on high, so I couldn’t loaf alongside on the best way up.
The thick mat of leaves on the bottom was damp from an early morning rain. The day was heat and vibrant, however the solar hadn’t been shining lengthy sufficient to dry the leaves. Thus I may transfer just a little sooner than I often do whereas deer looking. No trace of a breeze was current to ship my scent to any deer on the mountainside.
My urge for food for getting a deer had been heightened by an archery hunt every week or so earlier. My sons and I had spent a number of days with our bows on Tennessee’s Chuck Swann Wildlife Administration Space, not far south of the Kentucky state line. Though the deer on this space are smaller than these round my dwelling, they’re plentiful. Bagging a deer within the administration space wouldn’t have an effect on my proper to take one from nonmanaged areas.
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I had seen greater than 100 deer on the primary day of that hunt. A few of them got here as shut as 10 toes to my tree stand. However just one deer that got here inside vary of my 50-pound-pull bow was a authorized buck with spikes a minimum of three inches lengthy. I believed he was mine for positive, however an unseen twig deflected my arrow, sending it into the bottom beneath the small buck’s stomach.
I figured I used to be due for some good luck now, and my anticipation was operating excessive.
I had been shifting up the mountainside for nearly two hours once I heard the primary sound that wasn’t made by a chicken or a squirrel. It seemed like a useless department falling from a tree, however I couldn’t make sure of the trigger or of the path from which it had come. I ended and listened.
In a number of seconds I heard extra sounds, every distinctly nearer than the earlier one. The sounds got here from a number of hundred yards away, however I started to establish them as noises made by a heavy animal approaching from someplace to the suitable of my line of journey. I guessed that the animal would cross at an angle in entrance of me and never far-off.
Once I first noticed the animal it was a minimum of 100 yards the opposite facet of the clear-cut. It was trotting out and in of small pockets of sunshine that penetrated the thinner components of the undergrowth, and I couldn’t see it properly sufficient to inform whether or not it was a buck or a doe. lts gait slowed considerably when it bought to the denser progress that bordered the clear-cut.
I first noticed that huge rack when the animal pushed his head into the clearing. It was then I turned afraid that I could be taking a look at an elk. He paused a number of seconds to examine for hazard. Then he trotted into the clearing. Once I caught sight of his hindquarters, my hesitation ended — his white tail stood out like a banner of invitation. I centered the crosshairs simply behind his left foreleg and squeezed the set off.
Once I caught sight of his hindquarters, my hesitation ended — his white tail stood out like a banner of invitation. I centered the crosshairs simply behind his left foreleg and squeezed the set off.
The shot had hardly gone off when the massive buck’s knees buckled and his nice head dropped virtually to the bottom. However his collapse lasted solely an immediate. From the velocity and energy of his restoration I wouldn’t have believed that the Silvertip slug had hit him, besides that I had by no means seen the crosshairs any steadier on a deer. The buck made a rapid, slight flip and bounded straight towards me, coming with the type of leaps an attacking massive cat may use.
I had six extra cartridges able to jack into the Marlin’s chamber, however I knew it could be solely a short while earlier than the buck went down to remain.
He noticed me when he was 50 toes away. He turned to flee, operating to my left at a 90° angle and displaying not the slightest proof that he had been hit. He dropped right into a small however deep hole, crashing his 300-pound-plus physique by means of the tops of fallen timber with the power of a crazed bear.
The buck was shifting out of my sight, and at that velocity he would quickly be out of listening to if the center in his rugged physique didn’t hand over rapidly. Although I used to be positive that loss of life would come to him inside one minute, it may take me hours and even days to trace him if he bought out of the hole earlier than collapsing. I broke right into a run to maintain from shedding him. The considered having to go away the buck in a single day in woods populated by bears and wildcats added to my endurance.
I caught sight of the buck once more as he began up the opposite facet of the weave. Midway to the highest of the ridge, he staggered and fell to the bottom. I reached him in sprinter’s time after which watched for some signal of life. There was none.
I instantly began counting factors. I saved shedding rely and beginning over once more. That’s when the thrill hit me like a sledgehammer. I’d by no means seen something like these antlers. Eighteen of the factors measured the official minimal of 1 inch. One was three-quarters of an inch lengthy, two extra have been damaged off, and three different factors have been simply nubs. That made 24 by my mountain methodology of level counting.
Then I seemed on the physique that had run a half-mile after a coronary heart shot, and I knew I used to be in for a horrible time.
I heaved and struggled however was in a position to transfer the buck solely 10 to fifteen toes at a time between rests. Once I got here to fallen logs, I needed to drag him round them. I knew I needed to get assist, however I used to be afraid to go away the buck on the bottom unattended. The small block-and- deal with that I carry in my looking coat once I’m deer looking would assist me get him off the bottom. I connected the block to a heavy department and secured the rope to the buck’s hind toes. I raised his hindquarters off the bottom, and that was all I had the energy for.
I field-dressed the buck on the bottom, lessening his weight by about 45 kilos, in keeping with taxidermist Bob Quick, who mounted the pinnacle and tanned the disguise for me. Then I resumed dragging the buck. I’m just a little over 5 toes 10 inches tall and weigh 200 kilos, with muscle groups toughened by a lifetime of arduous work. However I quickly reached the purpose the place I didn’t have the energy to tug my buck one other foot alone.
I walked to the house of Bert Coffey, who lives close to the place I had parked my truck. Once I defined my drawback, he picked up his ax to make use of in chopping a pathway so we may drag the deer.
Bert and I dragged the buck about three-quarters of a mile, reaching a spot to which I may drive the pickup. Though Bert is 79 years previous, he’s a robust man and about my dimension. We couldn’t raise the deer excessive sufficient to shove him into the truck, so we dragged him to the highest of an embankment, backed the truck in opposition to it, after which pulled and shoved the heavy physique into the truck mattress.
I instantly began counting factors. I saved shedding rely and beginning over once more. That’s when the thrill hit me like a sledgehammer. I’d by no means seen something like these antlers.
I took my trophy to a meat-packing home and bought it weighed. It scaled 268 kilos, field-dressed. Then I skinned it out and took the pinnacle and conceal to Grey, Tennessee, about 15 miles from my dwelling. Bob Quick has his store there. He had mounted a white-variant grey squirrel for me, and I knew I may belief him with the rack and head.
I didn’t know the buck would go into the report guide till after Bob contacted his neighbor Curtis Williams. Curtis is an official scorer for the Boone and Crockett Membership and a hunter who has killed all species of North American massive sport besides jaguar. He advised me my buck’s antlers scored 195 6/8* after the required 60-day drying interval. A fair 195 is required to place a buck into Boone and Crockett’s report checklist for nontypical whitetails.
That was once I realized how uncommon bucks like mine are. For instance, just one whitetail killed in 1970 — the final 12 months for which the information have up to now been printed — was listed within the information. Mine is the one deer with a record-size nontypical rack ever killed in Tennessee.
It’s additionally possible that he’s the heaviest deer ever killed in Tennessee. Roy Anderson, chief of the state’s Recreation Administration Division, says that to his data the heaviest deer beforehand killed in Tennessee scaled 306 kilos, dwell weight. In line with the system Bob Quick makes use of in figuring out dwell weights from recognized field-dressed weights, my buck would have tipped the scales at 313 kilos.
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I additionally realized that by means of 1970 no Southern state east of the Mississippi River had ever yielded a couple of record-size nontypical buck, and that none had ever been killed in North or South Carolina, Florida, Alabama, or Mississippi.
Out of a lifetime of looking and fishing thrills, none has come near matching this one for me. I don’t anticipate one other one ever will. I don’t suppose I may take it.
*Elmer Payne’s buck is definitely listed as 196 6/8 inches within the B&C report books, the place it’s listed as we speak because the fifteenth largest nontypical whitetail ever killed in Tennessee.This story, “Looking within the Land of Boone and Crockett: Buck of My Life,” appeared within the October 1973 situation of Out of doors Life.