“As par for our hunting tradition my brother and myself have been boarded up with my uncle every day we’ve had off for our annual hunt camp. We have seen some decent bucks, but bad luck seemed to be around and never had a good shot.
My brother, Matt Wimmer, had some luck early but things had really slowed down on the piece of land in Bedford Count we had been hunting. I had been sitting in this particular stand almost every day, all day. The two previous days I hunted I had seen one deer, and this day was looking like it was going to follow that trend.
My phone had died, so I wasn’t sure what time it was, but figured it to be around five. I was in my Summit climber and decided I would ease out of the tree and hopefully not spook anything that may come my way. As I started to get everything ready (I don’t know if I heard it or not, it all was a blur from that point), but something made me turn around and I saw a deer moving in some thick stuff in front of me.
By the time I was able to get turned around and have a good rest, I had seen the horns and knew it was a shooter. I tried stopping it in my first shooting lane, but it stopped a couple steps late. It looked around and eased forward to another opening where I could get a shot.
I have had some missed opportunities in the past and the feeling I had when I saw the white belly piled on the ground 75 yards from my stand was indescribable. My uncle who was 250 yards from me said he heard something, but it sounded like someone in pain. It turned out to it was only my reaction to seeing the deer down.
I have been fortunate to have my brother and uncle there with me every step of my hunting career and to be able to share that trophy with them made it all the better. Truly a memory I will never forget. Good luck to everyone this thanksgiving week and look forward to seeing some monsters show up on the blog this week!”
When I opened the first shot I was impressed, but that detail picture really shows how awesome this buck is. Congrats, Ben!