Story:
Chad Riggles Buck

Chip,

I had seen this buck 3 times during archery season and was never able to get him any closer than 75 yards. On the Friday before the Indiana gun opener, I left my treestand around 8:30am as it was starting to rain and the wind was really picking up almost to the point of being dangerous to stay in the tree. As I walked out to the field edge, I again spotted him creeping along a field edge checking scrapes and marking his territory. I quickly dropped to a knee and began to watch him and hoped that he had not spotted me. What the sighting did was give me a good idea of time and place to hopefully catch up to him the following few days.

On Sunday Nov 16th, I decided to set up along the edge of a bedding area that was near where I had spotted him a few days before. As I crossed the field, I pulled a scent drag along behind me with Doe to door on it, hoping to lure him in. At 7:30am, I had a few small bucks wander around the area scent checking and I began to wonder if they would ever leave. They caught the scent trail that I had laid down on my way in and weren't about to give up on finding the source. All of the sudden one of the younger bucks froze in his tracks and he stared out into the field, I turned my head to see what he was staring at and there was my buck standing 50 yards away raking his antlers in a tree and grunting like he was not entirely happy with the younger deer in his territory. I slowly brought my T/C to my shoulder and waited for an opening. As it was rather thick along the field edge, I had to wait for any opportunity to present itself. The younger bucks began to wander off toward the thicket and he began to walk in the same direction along the field edge. I had hung the scent drag above a scrape along the field edge with a clear shooting lane to my tree, but he had to get to it and it looked as though he was heading there if he stayed along the same path. I lined up my scope on that opening and tried to wait patiently. When he got there he stuck his nose up to the drag and grunting loudly began scraping at the ground throwing dirt up into the woods. I had all the time in the world to make a steady shot, but for the obvious reasons couldn't stop shaking. I took one deep breathe and let it out and managed to squeeze off the shot. He ran into the thicket and disappeared about 75 yards away. I wasn't sure of the hit or anything until about a half an hour later, I spotted one of the younger bucks in the middle of the thicket staring in the direction of where my buck had last went. For at least 30 minutes he wandered around the thicket, but never going any closer. I waited a total of an hour and a half and couldn't take it anymore. I slowly climbed down and walked as quietly as I could toward the corner of the thicket where I had seen him last. It didn't take long before I spotted him laying next to an old thorn tree and I quickly realized that he was down for the count.

He will gross score around 152 and shouldn't net much less than that, probably high 140's. He is a typical 10 with lots of mass throughout his rack. By far the largest buck I have ever shot. Although not surprising as the older deer always seem to do, he had followed the scent trail all the way across the field and I never saw him coming, his tracks told me where he came from all the way to where I saw him. Thanks for a product that delivers on it's promises.

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Chad Riggles
Avon, Indiana