Hunter: Breanne Tinsley
Points: 10 (5L, 5R)
County: Meriwether
Season: 2019-2020
Hunt Story
It has been almost 8 years since my husband and I have hunted in the same stand together. We got into the stand around 2:30 Sunday evening, November 10, 2019. A bunch of does had came out into the food plot, and we had some young bucks chasing. Around 5:20 p.m., we noticed a big body at the very back of the food plot (probably about 400 yards away), but we couldn’t tell what he was yet, just that he had a really big body. Eventually he came out following a doe, not really chasing her, just followed her out. Also around that same time we had seen another large body buck that we think was a big 8-pointer that we had camera. Just when he started coming closer to us by 50 yards or so, another doe comes out of the woods and he turns back and starts to follow her. At that point, we thought that he was going to follow her back into woods he just came from, but then he turned back around and started to follow the first doe back toward us. He slowly moved his way closer and closer to us. My husband kept on telling me to wait for him to come in closer, but I started to shake a little, and he turned to the left following his doe towards the pine thicket to the left of us. At that point, I had already watched him for about 30 minutes, and I was starting to shake a little with excitement. He turned broadside at 150 yards, and I eased my .308 out the window of the box, trying not to spook the does that were feeding in the food plot in front of us, I squeezed the trigger trying to control my shakes. I shot and he didn’t kick or anything. He took my bullet and started towards the pine thicket. My husband asked if I hit him or not. I thought that was the good part about having someone else in the stand with me for a second set of eyes; since I usually black out a little bit from all the excitement. That’s when I started praying and texting my mother in law to pray that I had made a good shot on him and I didn’t wound him. My husband and I felt pretty confident that I did hit him. Given the sound of the bullet and that he didn’t have his tail up when he ran off; however, we were nervous about what kind of shot I made on him, because we didn’t hear him crash. We waited until after dark to go look for him. Went to the fence post that he was closest to and found lung blood. We followed the blood trail to the pine thicket and there he was laying about 50 yards in the pines. I have killed many deer in my life; however, I haven’t ever got to share it with my husband of 15 years.
