Hunter: Nolan Moorhouse
Points: 8 (4L, 4R)
County: Turner
Season: 2018-2019
Hunt Story
I finally got an afternoon off from working on my baby's room. I headed to the lease to hunt a buck we called rocking chair. We had pictures of him all summer long on the power line and nowhere else, but as season rolled around he did what just about any mature buck does, he went nocturnal and stopped showing up as frequently on camera. I hadn't hunted that side of the property all year, but that afternoon I got the wild hair to take my climber into the area where I thought he was living, which was the only thicket close to the power line. I headed in with not much anticipation of seeing him, but I figured I would give him a shot. I eased into the tall pines that border the power line and walked all the way to the edge of the thicket, climbed me a tree and got settled in. It wasn't 15 minutes and I could hear a deer walking in the thicket in front of me. I stood up grabbed my bow only to see it was just a spike. He eased on off, so I sat back down and took out my grunt call and let a sequence of 4 to 5 grunts. No sooner than I turned the call loose I heard something in the thicket. At first I thought it was just some squirrels, but the closer I listened I could tell it was a deer walking. I stood up again got my bow ready and waited then I got a glimpse 50 yards on the edge of a thicket. As soon as I saw his rack raking the low hanging oak limbs, I knew it was rocking chair. I sat there almost hyperventilating and watched him make a scrape, pee in it and come to the thicket edge postured up with the hair standing up on his back. He stopped at 40 yards and started rubbing a group of scrub oaks. It seemed as if it took an eternity for him to finally quit rubbing them trees. Finally he broke and started walking my way right down the trial he needed to take. He stopped at 20 yards and I let the arrow fly. I rushed the shot and was unsure of how good of a hit I made on him, so I climbed down and eased out and met a group of my buddies at the OSB lounge. I decided to call Mr. Mike Lopez, he made it there, turned out Lucy and we no more than looked at the blood on my arrow and Mr. Lopez looked down at his GPS and said Lucy found your deer. He didn't run 100 yards. I made a better shot than what I thought. I've never done drugs, but I can't see how any form of drug could hold a candle to the feeling that came over me when I laid my hands on the biggest deer I have ever shot. Some people say the stars aligned, or I got lucky, but I know where it came from it was a blessing from the good Man Upstairs.
