Bobby Price
© 2001

I've been using my Buckshot Infared Scouting Camera for about 3 years now. My hunting partner Roy and I always make it a point to bring fresh rolls of film with us when we go to the camp. Checking our cameras and changing their location is a big part of our hunting now. It's usually the first thing we do when we get there. Hopefully, we'll get a picture of a big buck we've never seen before or anybody has either.

After passing up several good bucks on our new lease this past hunting season, I continued to hold out for the rut. I knew that there were some really big bucks on the lease from our pictures. Most of them were taken at night and as soon as the rut kicked in, they would make a mistake the first 5 minutes of my hunt one morning.

I had hunt this ladder stand the morning before and saw nothing, but heard more running, crashing, grunting, and fighting than I ever heard in my life. I knew there had to be a hot doe in the area and the rut was in full swing now.

The next morning when we got p it was raining. Roy went back to bed and I decided to put on my rain gear and go anyway. Ken, the president of the club, asked me where I was going. I told him I was going to a box stand. He said it was probably going to stop raining and that I should go back to my ladder stand where I was the day before. "You know there's a big there and with a hot doe in the area, that's where I would go. I wouldn't let a little rain stop you." As I walked across the food plot to my ladder my thoughts are on a nice warm box stand. Did I mention it was 29 degrees and the wind was blowing?

As I sat down ad started to wipe off my scope and binoculars I heard grunts and running behind me. Here we go again I thought. I couldn't see anything, but something was behind me was making a lot of noise. After a few minutes the sound stopped. As I turned back around toward the food plot a doe popped out and was coming towards me. She stopped and looked behind her for a split second then took off running. I looked where she came out of the woods and he stepped out. I saw horns. Not just any horns, I mean wide horns. The widest I had ever seen. I knew from the photo this had to be him. I eased the safety off and squeezed the trigger. My hunt was over. I couldn't wait to take pictures and tell my story how scouting with my buckshot camera, a little luck, and patience bagged my trophy this season. My biggest buck ever, 10 points 24 wide. Thanks Buckshot.

Sincerely, Bobby Price