Luce didn’t waste any time tending to business. She poked her rifle barrel through the window, found the buck in her scope and touched the trigger as he slipped into a narrow lane near the edge of their property.
Her husband, who was kicked back in a living room recliner watching television at the time, said he had no idea his wife was even looking at a deer until the rifle barked.
“She watches them all time when she’s in the kitchen,” he said. “Right after the shot she hollered, ‘Well, that was the big one, Daddy.’ That’s when I put my boots on, got on the tractor and went to load him up. He didn’t go far. She doesn’t miss very often.”
Of all the bucks she has shot in her lifetime, Luce claims this one is by far the biggest.
“When I saw all those horns I thought was I seeing things — I’d never seen anything like it,” she said. “I got so excited about that deer that I can’t even remember what I was fixing for lunch.”
There was plenty to get excited about. Sporting 11 scorable points, including a split brow tine, the buck has been taped at 1602/8 gross as a non-typical by Jacob Carter at McCarty Taxidermy.
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Great story.
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She is better than I am. I have deer walk right up to the bird feeders in the back yard but too lazy to butcher anymore so I just watch them eat.
Out front my chihuahua tried to tackle one but he was too fast.
My dream is to retire somewhere that I can shoot a buck off my front porch. Of course I’d rather it be a big muley 👍
At any rate, good shot grandma, and glad to hear buck fever lives on even when your older haha.
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A surprisingly fair story from one of the major metro papers.
So she baits the boys with girls and probably a salt block or two. Good plan. If he is anything like the bucks that hang around our house all of whom have lost their fear of people... he was probably hoping for a handout from Grandma. Hey! Grandma where is my treat? Then blamo! Another trophy on the wall, venecin and deer soup for everyone, or as my grandmother used to call it... chili.
This is one Grandma who won’t get run over by a reindeer.
Nice buck & interesting antlers, too. Grandma ought to leave the discussion about taking female deer to the wildlife biologists, though. If she ever had some meat from a fat doe that hasn’t gone gamey like a buck will from hormones & chasing does in heat, she’d change her mind about shooting them.
Family story goes that just after I was born, my dad and brother went out to get a deer but didn’t get one. We were on the less well off side at the time and needed the meat.
Mom said, “We’ll get one,” and got her 20 gauge and took my sister out hunting. Mom shot one about 50 yards from the house but didn’t bring a knife to cut it’s throat, so she shot it in the neck. It was still twitching, so she had my sis take off her pants and tie it up while she went to get dad and bro to dress it out.
She really wanted that meat.
A similar story from my own county.
https://www.highlandernews.com/features/91-year-old-hunter-bags-two-big-bucks-burnet-county
The hosting family planned to spend 6 weeks. They went earlier than everyone else to dig a privy, and to set up the kitchen.
Momma, of the family, liked to shoot and cook. She told Papa if'n he wanted her to cook he needed to bring her cook stove. So, Papa made that a reality.
Momma got up early to cook breakfast and while she got me and some others to clean up, she got dressed to shoot.
She made the best pork chops, southern sides, gravy, you name it. The amount of work she did was like me doing Thanksgiving, everyday for six weeks.
And with all that excellent cooking she did end up getting herself a buck.
I don’t have any objections to hunting, but is it really much of a hunt if you lure an animal and shoot it? Yes, I know people do this all the time, but I don’t quite get what the thrill of it is. It’s kind of like shooting a cow in a fenced pasture.
My grandmother on my fathers side lived to 104. She hunted deer and turkey until she was 101.
The only rifle she EVER used for deer was a leaver action 30-30 with 4 power side mounted scope. Tradition was to notch wood when a buck was downed. She had 87 notches on it.
I miss her dearly