It was a cool southwest Florida hunting
morning when we first saw the whitetail giant.
We were whitetail bow hunting and saw him in
the back of our Florida property with his giant
whitetail rack shinning in the morning sun.
At that time we didn't know it, but we were
on a hunt for the biggest whitetail deer ever
seen or shot on the ranch.
There we were eighty yards from the Florida
oak head he was in. We sneaked around some Florida
palmettos to within 40 yards with him staring
at us, were at full draw with our bow mumbling
turn, turn. After around one to two minutes
he darted off across a giant Florida open field.
We didn't see another deer till after lunch.
We were looking for the giant whitetail again
and ran across another whitetail by a Florida
field fence that was around 160 inches. What
that's a nice whitetail, so the sneak was on.
We crawled to within in thirty-five yards behind
one palmetto, set up on knees and came to full
draw. Perfect shot and the deer ran 40 yards
pilling up. We then loaded up the deer and were
heading across the open Florida field when we
saw the giant whitetail for the second time.
We steeped out of the hunting cart and he bounded
off about another 40 yards standing behind three
Florida pine trees. Well you stay here with
your hunting bow, and I will try to get him
to walk your way.
He wasn't a giant whitetail but he was
not dumb, like a rocket he was gone. Well I
guess we can forget seeing that beast of a whitetail
again. We hunted another day not seeing a shooter,
and decided to hunt the next day for hogs with
dogs. Hunting the next day by a strip of palmettos
we let the dogs go, and in five minutes the
giant whitetail runs out into the open field.
I said If you want him, you better use the gun
cause will never see him again. We quickly pulled
the gun out and shot. It was not a good shot
at all, and the deer ran into the Florida cypress
swamp. We quickly ran to the swamp, and I see
my good friend raise his rifle again. I can't
see the deer, but stop moving so I don't run
him off. Bang, bang, bang, bang, what the heck.
Then I see a white patch fall to the Florida
swamp ground. Yes I yelled, as we walked up
to the whitetail giant, and I was looking at
another 160-class buck.
What the heck were you shooting at, and
where is the giant? Then I looked to my left,
and there is another dead whitetail deer. Walking
up to this whitetail, and I knew it was him.
Holy crap, it was the biggest whitetail deer
either of us has ever seen hunting. You shot
two deer. My friend then said, I was so fired
up I was shooting at brown, and didn't see the
first deer fall, or look at his antlers.After
bringing both whitetail bucks back to the main
hunting lodge, I scored the northern Florida
cross whitetail at 274 inches, wow!
An end to the biggest and best whitetail
deer hunting days of both our lives, what can
you say, when luck smiles on you, it could be
a big smile or a small one.