The 5-Heaviest Whitetail Deer Ever Killed - On record - The Story Behind the World-Record WhitetailDeer.
This first-time buck that scored over 200 inches, the biggest whitetail ever taken by a female hunter, and the best bucks of the last 10 years will be covered by F&S.
Some guys will talk about the biggest buck they have ever shot.It is hard to blame them for being a little braggart.
He doesn't brag.It is not like he is short on opportunities.The public demand for details hasn't waned a year after the Marine killed the largest nontypical whitetail ever taken by a hunter.Despite the fact that he has told it a thousand times, he will still take the time to tell you his story.His expression will change as he talks.He smiles when he gets to the good parts.
When he first showed up to hunt the 40 acres his family owns in eastern Illinois, he was a relatively new bowhunter.He traveled 700 miles from his home in Virginia to enjoy a week of deer season, and the neighbors welcomed him as an ally in camp rather than a rival across the property line.Everyone pooled their spots into 200 acres and didn't think about it.
There were new trail-CAM photos of a buck that he had been keeping an eye on.The spindly typical had caught his attention the previous season.By 2016 he knew he was a shooter.The deer's gnarled mane of tines earned him the name Justin had been saving for a special buck, and he couldn't help but mentally draft the message he hoped to one day text his friends: "Call me Scar... because I just killed Mufasa."He was close to getting to send it.
After releasing his arrow, Mufasa was working at 43 yards.The shot felt right, but the arrow snapped an unseen branch and sailed 6 inches wide.Even though he stepped out of range, Mufasa didn't notice.In October of last year, cameras caught him all over the farm, but he was back later than usual.There was a rutted-up buck with a den on his head.
Brewster left Virginia at 3 a.m. for the annual hunt.After a slow morning, Brewster and the guys grabbed breakfast in town and chose stands for the afternoon.They decided where they thought they would have the best chance at Mufasa.He mentioned a stand that no one had hunted in years.It was farther south than where Mufasa had been hanging, deep in a timber covered bottom where the wind tends to swirl.The man took it anyway.
It took a few tries to find the tree, but eventually Brewster found a hang-on stand tucked into the thick limbs of an old orange.He ranged all the way down to 26 yards behind him.A few does appeared to the east four hours into the sit.They looked nervous.They picked through the brush and eventually left.He lowered his binoculars to see what the does was worried about.He remembers being frozen at first.I was wondering if it was real.I thought, Oh my God, it is him.I didn't know his name.I couldn't think.
A big buck stood 5 yards from the ground.The instincts kicked in after a beat.He was grateful for the trunk between his stand and the scraper.The buck pawed the dirt five times.As he stretched to lick the branch, he drew.
During his time in the Marine Corps, Brewster ran through his shooting checklist, which included anchor, peep, sight, bubble, exhale, and squeeze.
The half of the arrow flew at his shoulder as the buck tore off.The shot had felt good but sounded bad, and as he glassed for blood, his confidence gave way to doubt.He couldn't seem to focus on the binos.He said he shot Mufasa.
He was going to head for his truck after climbing down.He says he couldn't take it.I had to go over there.I didn't see any blood when I got to it.I was sick to my stomach.I looked for the arrow.
It was not far.The shaft was covered in blood after it was broken in half.He followed the few drops beyond it.He stopped in the woods.There was a rack above the horizon.The man nocked a second arrow.
Just 40 yards from the creek, Mufasa lay sprawled, thanks to a double-lung shot.The brewster tried to keep his yells to himself.He dropped his bow and lifted the big antlers.
There were so many points, too many to count, and an old break, then a snap on the left side.The piece Mufasa must have broken off in that last, frenzied run is obvious.He found a split drop tine at the base of the tree.He was almost drunk.On the walk back, he realized he didn't need to keep quiet.They were walking down the embankment.
The country lane had a traffic jam after the guys took photos in view of a road.The game warden offered his congratulations after checking everything out.One of the pictures Brewster had sent a friend had made its way onto Facebook.He got a lot of interview requests and jealous cries of foul play.He waited to see what would happen to Mufasa's legacy.The official panel-score measurement came in at 327 78 inches, beating the previous world record by 15 inches.The 2000 Pope and Young all-time world record was 33 inches.
It was a punch in the gut to learn that Mufasa had been killed.Smaller deer have torn apart closer camps, but these buddies have hung more stands and redoubled their food-plot efforts.It will be years before any deer does that, so they don't expect to beat Mufasa's record.When the next 3 12 years old will turn into something special, you never know.