Guess the story kicks off back in 2021. Returned back to the US in early October after working most of the year in the middle east. First thing I did once home was run out and hang cameras. Spent evenings glassing and running the spotlight once the sun set. Couldn't really find a mature buck to pursue. After letting my cameras soak for 2 weeks, I only had one buck worth targeting. Went in and tagged him on the third sit. Great buck for PA. Low 120s 8 point that happened to be 4 years old. What a mistake that was. Day after my tag was filled, this guy starts showing up on cameras everywhere. My dad spent the rest of the season trying to get in front of him but to no avail.
Didn't gain much intel on him last fall. Seemed like he only showed up for the rut. Pictures petered off mid-December and then I got one picture of him in February. Never could find his sheds so it was evident that our farm was on the fringes of his range. Fast forward to this year and I completely wrote him off. Didn't even get a velvet picture of him so I figured he got hit by a car.
About the third week of October I'm in a Redneck blind overlooking a waterhole (see my pond thread) and this guy runs a doe past me at 20 yards. Didn't even have time to grab the binos. All I saw were antlers and half a tail crashing through the brush. He's back! Only having half a tail, the nickname came easy. My vacation didn't start till November but I managed to see this guy almost every sit leading up to the rut. Always chasing does. Odd, considering none of the other big bucks seemed to show any interest yet.
Full disclosure but after realizing Bobtail was still alive, I was going to give my dad every opportunity at him. I was after another buck nicknamed Ripsaw. Neat 12 point with all sorts of junk. Ended up taking a shot at him late October, wounded him in the rear leg after the arrow deflected off a limb, and spent the first week of November trying to put him down. Ripsaw didn't look good on cam and with such a wound dad and I were both trying to finish the deal. My dad ended up getting him so I was finally able to get some sleep, regroup, and chase Bobtail.
November 14th, at around 1300 I got back in the blind overlooking the waterhole. Wind was perfect for the deer. Hitting me straight in the back and right into a sanctuary. With the windows closed I knew I was in for a treat. Deer began pouring out and passing me on their way for a bean field 70 yards behind me. A family pod of does came crashing down off a ridge towards the water and it had me on my toes waiting to see what buck was in toe. Bobtail emerged from the thick directly down wind of me. At 50 yards he browsed about on vegetation out of reach to most of the other deer while the does continued feeding within 20 yards. Smaller bucks kept emerging from the brush and he'd spend the next half hour running them off. Nothing I could do at this point. With so many deer downwind, opening the window to make a shot would not go over well. Finally, the does began to move past me on my left. He covered a pile of ground in short order to catch up and in the blink of an eye he was on my left at 20 yards. Flung the window, took aim, and let the arrow fly. Watched him tumble at 40 yards.
No idea who's farm he called home but I'm sure one of my neighbors is wondering where he's at.



Didn't gain much intel on him last fall. Seemed like he only showed up for the rut. Pictures petered off mid-December and then I got one picture of him in February. Never could find his sheds so it was evident that our farm was on the fringes of his range. Fast forward to this year and I completely wrote him off. Didn't even get a velvet picture of him so I figured he got hit by a car.
About the third week of October I'm in a Redneck blind overlooking a waterhole (see my pond thread) and this guy runs a doe past me at 20 yards. Didn't even have time to grab the binos. All I saw were antlers and half a tail crashing through the brush. He's back! Only having half a tail, the nickname came easy. My vacation didn't start till November but I managed to see this guy almost every sit leading up to the rut. Always chasing does. Odd, considering none of the other big bucks seemed to show any interest yet.
Full disclosure but after realizing Bobtail was still alive, I was going to give my dad every opportunity at him. I was after another buck nicknamed Ripsaw. Neat 12 point with all sorts of junk. Ended up taking a shot at him late October, wounded him in the rear leg after the arrow deflected off a limb, and spent the first week of November trying to put him down. Ripsaw didn't look good on cam and with such a wound dad and I were both trying to finish the deal. My dad ended up getting him so I was finally able to get some sleep, regroup, and chase Bobtail.
November 14th, at around 1300 I got back in the blind overlooking the waterhole. Wind was perfect for the deer. Hitting me straight in the back and right into a sanctuary. With the windows closed I knew I was in for a treat. Deer began pouring out and passing me on their way for a bean field 70 yards behind me. A family pod of does came crashing down off a ridge towards the water and it had me on my toes waiting to see what buck was in toe. Bobtail emerged from the thick directly down wind of me. At 50 yards he browsed about on vegetation out of reach to most of the other deer while the does continued feeding within 20 yards. Smaller bucks kept emerging from the brush and he'd spend the next half hour running them off. Nothing I could do at this point. With so many deer downwind, opening the window to make a shot would not go over well. Finally, the does began to move past me on my left. He covered a pile of ground in short order to catch up and in the blink of an eye he was on my left at 20 yards. Flung the window, took aim, and let the arrow fly. Watched him tumble at 40 yards.
No idea who's farm he called home but I'm sure one of my neighbors is wondering where he's at.


