A hunter in Maine recently hit the Halloween jackpot with a monster buck.
In the ’80s, he killed a buck there that weighed in at 231 pounds.
Page heard a snap of branches, and said, “I look up and I could see something coming through the firs and hardwoods. I could see the tips of horns coming through, and I thought, ‘Wow. That’s a good one.'”
Page recounted after lining up a shot:
He’s heading toward me at a teeny bit of a trot. I was leaning back against a tree and I had a bead on it, and I blatted: ‘Bap! Bap! Bap!’ Three times. The third time, he stopped and he kind of looked into the bog, because it echoed. When he stopped, bang, it was over.
Mark McLain, Page’s son-in-law, was hunting nearby and came over to help find the Halloween buck. The search didn’t take long, and it resulted in a 10-pointer that field dressed out at 282 pounds (including the heart and liver). The monster buck’s rut-swollen neck measured 34 inches in circumference.
News of a BBD (i.e., big buck down) travels fast. Page allegedly had visitors stopping by his house to see the giant most of the day. “About 9:30 Saturday night, finally people stopped coming. I didn’t hold anybody off. Everybody came in. [On Sunday], there must have been, at any time, 25, 35 people here… Everybody was whooping and hollering,” Page said.
As to Page’s secret to killing such a monster buck, he had the following to say: “You can’t plan on anything. You can’t figure those [big bucks] out. You just luck onto ‘em.”
Congratulations on the nice deer!