Best deer you have taken

I didn't get him mounted per say but this was my biggest and best to date. That's the buck I shot last year and I wasn't really sure what I wanted to do as far as mounting goes so I decided to do this

Thanks sir, but yours is more impressive but I reckon it comes down to the passion, success and love for these unique animals we strive to chase

My "best" is definately my fondest memory of a deer, was my first ever, a button buck. I harvested it when my dad was taking me hunting before I could drive. He was not a hunter, but would go out with me and stand or sit with me. I remember the fun we had as he was holding the legs open while I gutted it with a huge Rambo knife that was as dull as a butter knife. Lol. My mom took me as well and would sit in the truck and read a book.

How many folks do/did/would do that nowadays? That's for sure a big reason I give Luke everything I got to let him experience the outdoors. It meant so much to me and has been a beacon of light in my life. It's the least I could do to pass it on and give thanks.

Best buck might not be the biggest I've shot but probably close to it.

In college, I went up to my Dad's cousins lodge in Fifield, Wi. Dad for some reason didn't come up that year like all the other years. I forget where I stayed, I can't remember if I stayed in the lodge with the relatives or in my own cabin. Anyway.... They do deer drives up there, BIG woods, no agriculture to speak of other than cranberry bogs and lakes where they harvest wild rice.

I forget what day of the hunt it was but it was pretty cold that year too. We cut a good set of tracks going into an area, Charlie (Dad's cousin) was an absolute genius in knowing where the deer would try to escape if someone walked in from a certain direction. So, he told us exactly where to stand and where to look and he told the others just where to walk to "drive the deer" to the standers. No noise, basically the drivers would still hunt thru the area, and if they had a shot they were supposed to take it.

Well, after a while one of the drivers came out in front of me, about 100 yds away, put his hands up side his head and wiggled his fingers, then put his hands out palms up as if to say did you see anything? I shook my whole body "NO", he put his hand up to stay there and he disappeared back into the woods.

I don't remember how long it took, but a big 10 pt came out of the woods about where he had walked before, stopped and looked right at me. I put the scope at the bottom of his neck/chest, centered it and pulled the trigger. The 165g bullet from the 30-06 dropped it in it's tracks. Charlie told all of us before the drive, that even if you kill a deer you STAY RIGHT THERE until all the drivers are out of the woods. Not too much longer and who was walking in front of me came out right on the deer's tracks.

We got lucky, there was a logging trail there where the deer was and we were able to get a truck right to the deer. When I got to him and the deer he looked at the deer and said "Yep, that's the one that we were trying to push." It seems that the deer ran while in the woods/swamp and fell on the ice, leaving a bunch of hair by that black patch on his chest on the ice, they said they could see where his hooves slid wide on the ice and there was a slide mark where his body slid on the ice.

Charlie was a practical joker. Later on that day he called dad and told him that I screwed up and I was in jail because I shot a doe by mistake.



That was hanging outside the dorm room for a week or so until I could take it to a buddy's house down in Madison to thaw it so we could cut it up. It took 2 days to barely get thawed so we could skin it and cut it up.

That right there is gonna be a hard thing to beat. Right on. Congrats. That is flat out awesome!!!

Similar story for my 1st deer. Dad wasn't sitting with me but after I shot my deer I ran up to my uncles and called dad to come help. He and Mom helped blood trail and when we found it Mom left. I had a flea market boot knife that was not any sharper than your survival knife.

Pretty sure dad and I took turns dry heaving. I learned quick after that to field dress.

Picture showed up sideways on the post. It's right side up in my gallery. Not sure how to solve that. Sorry.

This is one of the nicest posts I have ever read.

I cherish every single one from my youth growing up at mom and dads. My mother was sitting in a wooden stand just around the corner from my stand when I shot my first buck. We were hunting on a forum members family farm, I was using a ithaca mdl37, 20ga. 13 point that fld dressed 207lbs. I remember mom getting to him first and she was whooping and hollering!!!
Now it's more memorable to watch family harvest their game, see their excitement.