This is the story of an amazing whitetail harvested in northern Oklahoma as told by the hunter. This deer has the potential to break the current Oklahoma #5 whitetail that was taken in Oklahoma county way back in 1992 scoring 179 6/8 taken by Chris Foutz on 12-23 with archery equipment. From here Ill let Kyle tell his own story.
Well on the opening day of muzzleloader 10-24-09 I had sat in my stand until about 10:30 and had decided to do something a little crazy and hit my can call about 12 times. When I was done I kind of thought what I had done was stupid and kind of laughed at myself for doing so. Not 10 minutes later I had decided to begin getting down to go get some lunch. I gathered my tarsal glands which were hanging up in the tree stand with me and had tied my rope around the trigger guard portion of my muzzleloader. I did not tie it to the gun strap b/c it commonly came undone and I did not want my gun to fall to the ground. I stood up and turned around to push the seat up on my tree stand and took one last look behind my tree before I lowered the gun and climbed down. What I saw at that instant blew my mind!! At 25 yards and heading right towards me was a goliath! I quickly reached for my muzzleloader and scurried to slide the tied rope from around the trigger guard. Had I not done this before, I took the safety off; the gun would have surely fired unexpectedly!
I knew the deer was walking to the south side of my tree so I slowly raised the barrel in that direction and rested myself snug to the side of the tree. Waiting anxiously I watched both through my scope and over the top of the gun looking for movement. Once he began to come into my sights I noticed a branch that would surely be in my line of fire if I did not raise the cross hairs. So I stood to my toes and settled on his left shoulder as he was walking slowly and fired my shot at a mere 7 yards. The deer went crashing forward into two fence post; shattering a 4â diameter post into two pieces and uprooting a 12â diameter fence post and laying it over at a 45 degree angle. He then turned and ran back from where he came from. He only made it about 50 yards and then stopped and stood.
I quickly reloaded but in my haste I dropped my percussion cap to the ground. Fortunately I had one more in my EZ-loader; but I was shaking so bad that I wasn't sure I would be able to place the percussion cap on the inline nipple. Once I got the cap on the deer had relocated hobbling badly about 70 yards away. He had almost reached a thicket that I knew I would be unable to see the deer once he got to it; so with BUCK FEVER in full effect I rushed a second shot that surely went over his back. I now had no more bullets on me and only had my video camera. I was able to get the camera out and record about 10 seconds of the animals rack before he disappeared behind a big evergreen.
I stayed in the stand flipping out wanting to know that he had died for about 2 more hours. I then quietly got down and returned to the truck to get help from 3 other buddies and to give the deer even longer to expire. When we returned I was sick to find out that the deer was not lying dead at the evergreen tree and although I found blood where he had stood on camera; we were unable to find a blood trail leading in any direction. We finally found another large amount of blood about 75 yards north of the evergreen at a fence crossing. I knew the deer had a broke shoulder and found it hard to believe that he would jump a 5 hog wire fence. We all searched for the remainder of the afternoon to find no more blood and no dead deer. I was sick yet determined to find him. I spent most of the following day scouring the woods for my buck to no avail. Then I had to return back to the daily grind at work suffering from depression, anxiety, and numerous nightmares! My wife definitely had enough of my poor attitude.
Then the last weekend of muzzleloader had arrived and I was anxious to return to look further for the deer. I just knew that he was dead and I wanted to find him. I was still unable to find the deer by Saturday evening but when I returned to my truck I found a note on my windshield wiper from a local farmer that said, I found a large buck dead in my wheat field and I believe it's yours. If you want the rack or anything here's my number and Ill tell you where he is.â I could not believe it and I was completely elated!! I drove way to fast to the farmers homestead to get the keys to the gates and the location of the carcass. I rushed through a muddy wheat field to find a deer that definitely possessed a rare quality of ground grow- age as oppose to ground shrinkage!!
I had no idea that this deer was in the area. I had seen several good deer but nothing to this caliber. I have tried to score the deer to the best of my abilities and come up with a gross score of around 181 2/8 inches. After deductions he will net very close to 170 inches. I obviously have to wait 60 days before I can have the deer officially scored.
Kyle is a dedicated hunter and I in no way doubt his way or form in which he scored his own deer however we are sometimes generous to our own harvest but having spoke with Kyle I believe his deer does have a legitimate chance of breaking the #5 record as long as he doesn't shrink any more than 2 Â½ inches, Which is always; possible. With a close look at the lower jaw of this deer he is without a doubt at least 5 Â½ if not 6 Â½ years old. Regardless of the process in which everything unfolded he will have a hunting story to tell the rest of his life and will be able to convey the honesty and generosity of the farmer upon whose property Kyle's deer expired. All photos were provided by the hunter and his family. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did hearing it over and over until he was finally found when Kyle says he was sick, that's an understatement he didn't even sound like the same guy and it was killing him slowly to think that he had mortally wounded such a magnificent animal.