True Country Whitetails very own Damien Rexrode sits down with Delaware Valley Outdoors TV @ The 3rd Annual Greater Philadelphia Sports Show in a live web stream interview with DVO’s Steve Horvath and talks hunting!
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Just a short sneak preview of what we here at TCW have been up too. These hunts and many more in entirety coming soon! Enjoy and feel free to leave your comments!
Hunting in Southern Maryland, you get the chance to know a few animals you are hunting. This is a short story of one such animal.
In the early part of June 2010, a buck started to develop into a mature animal, which started to gain my attention. He wasn’t the widest dude on the block, but he was tall, heavy, and had a nice touch of symmetry. In early bow season I had a glimpse of him on two occasions. I knew then another year would help him turn into a shooter. With the deer gods in place, he somehow made it through the gun season and after the pressure laid off, he reappeared on my trail camera. That season, I found the right side shed and frantically looked for another two weeks trying to find his set. To no avail, the missing left side was never found. I cherished that shed for the entire off season.
Jumping forward to June of 2011, my boy had grown into a man. Still not the widest dude on the block, but he had become my deer. We were like boys!! From trail pictures, to a shed, to rubs and scrapes, this was my deer. How was I gonna position myself in his path? I knew when and what time would be best, but how? Along came Damien from True Country Whitetails, LLC. Talking deer with Damien was making my chances sound like this was a sure thing. Damien and I conversed about the actual day the rut would kick in. I knew this was going to be my chance. The first week of November arrived, nice evidence of what was to come, but no dice. Not what we were hoping to see. Monday and Tuesday of the following week became a little hotter, but consisted mostly of small bucks just outright being stupid! Wednesday evening, the tide changed. I had a small eight-point come in nice and cool with some swagger. Locked in on a big ole doe and the chase was on. I just about fell out of my stand that evening giving Damien a ring. Talking to him he recommended some fresh deer droppings from his farm. Wait a minute, a freakin’ bag of turds?? Yes, deer fans, a bag of turds!!! He instructed me to place hot doe droppings and urine soaked dirt in heavily-used deer trails and to dump fresh buck droppings in my boy’s scrape. I had never been so excited to get a bag of sh*t in my life! He shipped them overnight to me and I cracked the box open at my stand. I applied them just as I was instructed. In one night the scrape went from a normal foot-wide at top, foot and a half at the bottom, to a full-on cultivated box of “leave your card and number here and the does you are looking for will get back to you in a bit.” My chance was HERE!!!
Saturday the 12th of November. The morning was slow, matter of fact, very slow. The afternoon hunt was slow again, what in the world was going on here?! At 4:45pm I heard bionic squirrels behind my tree and I was not turning to look at them! Well, maybe I would have a peak; low and behold it was my deer! The trail pictures, the shed, they were all right there at 20 yards, and my friend, you are done! I drew back, settled to anchor, nose to string, no trigger punch, be smooth, THUMP, flight and SMACK! You are mine! The hot blood shakes rushed in. Whoa?! I looked back at my boy next to me on the same ridge and nothing was wrong with him. Matter of fact, he was just fine. My chance had come and gone. The arrow broke during flight into four pieces. Who in the hell was going to believe this bunch of bull?! Enter TCW again to the rescue. Damien boosted my confidence and explained I was under spined on my arrows. “Thanks, dude; so I’m shooting blanks.” Damien confirmed with a giggle followed by, “Yes, sir.” It was over, time to re-think this and not get a lot of sleep. Sleepless nights and agonizing visions of my arrow in flight, I was just torn. I was not giving up. I never give up!
Opening day of gun season. Every shot I heard in that bottom was him in my mind. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, all day I thought, “Dag gone it, that’s my boy!” Sleepless again! “Suck it up and get back in there,” I kept telling myself. Three weeks had gone by since the big missed opportunity. My day would appear again on December 1st. There were doe and bucks everywhere; my stand was the place to be! There was non-stop action, action, all evening action. Six bucks and a handful of doe walked, ran, ate, and even bedded down around me that evening. Until one magical doe stirred my whole bottom up. The bucks I had just let walk were all over this doe; deer were coming out like popcorn. Some I had yet to even see. A real nice eight-point took aim on this doe and I was gonna aim for him. I found a nice shooting lane, wide open, a 60 yard shot. The doe came through it, all I needed was the buck in tow, and he was mine. He never made it into the lane. He stopped. Why? I looked back down towards the bottom. You guessed it; it was my boy at 50 yards, broad side. The stars were in line for me, he was now truly my deer. Never give up and don’t be scared to try something new, like a bag of turds, because nothing beats the real SH*T!!! Thank you TCW, you guys rock!
TCW Field Staff
Two hours had passed since first light. No deer. No squirrels. Even the crows and blue jays were quite. It was November 5th and the temperature was 31 degrees. Surely I should have seen a deer by now. This is the time when most hunters would have started second guessing themselves. They would have given up on the stand and moved to another stand location, but I knew better. I believed in this stand. Deep down in my gut I knew this was where I was going to get a chance to kill a mature Illinois buck. “Your not climbing down until dark. You know this is the spot. Be patient,” I told myself. I no sooner sat back down in my stand, when I caught movement in the CRP on the hill in front of me.
My name is DJ Hoshauer, I’m a guide and prostaff member for True Country Whitetails. Even though 95% of my hunting is done in the northeast, I take a week or two each season to hunt other states. This story actually starts in November 2010. I traveled to Illinois on a do-it-yourself hunt. A friend of mine was leasing land, but told me that there was good state land across the street from where he was hunting. It sounded like a challenge to me and I wasn’t about to pass up the oppurtunity. Before I left for the trip, I did most of my scouting by looking at Bing Maps or Google Earth. I was only going to be there for four and half days. Most of that trip I spent scouting the area. One day I knocked on the door of a small farm. To my surprise the farmer gave me permission to hunt. He said he owned 64 acres, but only 7acres of it was wooded. I thanked him and immediatley started scouting the property. I found some sign and set up. I didnt see a deer that night, but I know I heard one making a scrape close by in a thicket. The temperatures were in the high 70′s and the deer movement was minimal. I ended up hunting the state land the next day and saw some decent bucks. The last morning of the hunt I decided to go back to the farm. This time I sat closer to where I heard the buck making a scrape two days earlier. I only had three hours to hunt and then we were headed home. Just before my time was up, a huge eight point came cruising by just out of range. It was the biggest eight point I ever saw in my life. I got out of my stand and did some more scouting. I found one of the best hunting stands I have ever seen. It was located in a creek bottom where six different draws fed down to one pinch point. At the top of the draws are fields. There were scrapes and big rubs everywhere. This was a cruising spot. Any bucks that wanted to search for doe had to use this pinch sooner or later. I would have given anything to stay and hunt, but it was time to head home. On the way back to Pennsylvania I told my buddy, “I’m going to kill a good one in there next year”.
For the last year I have been thinking of this spot. I spoke to the farmer and he granted me permission to come back and hunt again. However, this year I would be making the trip alone. I arrived on Thursday afternoon, It was windy and rainy. Perfect conditions to hang a stand and quickly back out of there. I knew the rain would wash away most of the scent that I would leave while hanging my stands. There wasn’t nearly the buck sign that I saw the year before. But I hung two stands for two different winds. I just knew this was going to be the spot. Two days later I climbed into the stand that I hung for a southeast wind.
I caught movement in the CRP on the hill in front of me. A big bodied deer was cruising down the draw. I could tell he had a big frame and immediately grabbed my bow. This buck was cruising and he was headed right at me! His swollen neck and huge body told me he was mature. I could see his breath in the cold morning air, and my heart was pounding. I kept telling myself, “settle down, focus.” The buck stopped at 15 yards behind a bunch of branches, no chance for a shot. He glanced at me in the tree and my heart stopped. But as quickly as he looked at me, he looked the other way. Still the huge buck just stood there. I believe deer have a 6th sense, and this buck was using his. He knew something wasn’t right, but he couldnt figure it out. After about two or three minutes the buck made a wide turn to leave, this was his mistake. He gave me just enough space to unleash a rage right through his boiler room!!! As the arrow struck him in the ribs, he bolted back on the same trail that he had come in on. I knew he was hit hard, but I was still going to give him some time. A short time later I heard all kinds of crashing again. Another buck was chasing doe all around me! The buck looked like he was at least a ten point that would score around 135-140 inches. Less than 30 minutes later another big eight point traveled 20 yards from my stand. I knew this stand was going to be good, but on this morning it was unreal. All of the deer I had seen were moving middle to late morning. I climbed down from my stand and took up the trail of my buck. He hadn’t gone 125 yards when I saw him piled up in the CRP. His body was huge and his rack was impressive! A big main frame 8 point with a kicker that made him a 9 point. I couldn’t have been more happy!
Without a doubt, I credit this successful hunt to me believing in my stand. I know that through the years I have gotten out of stands early, only to have missed several chances at big bucks. The reason I chose to get down early, was because I didn’t believe in my stand. In the last couple of years I have been fortunate enough to kill some really good bucks in PA, Ohio, and Maryland. All of those kills were because I believed in my stand and simply did not give up on them. If you find a stand location and deep down inside you feel like this is the place you will kill a buck, stick with it, committ to it. Believing in your stand will help you stay on stand longer, stay focused, and be prepared to shoot when that big buck finally gives you and opportunity!!
DJ “5.0″ Hoshauer
TCW Pro Staff
True Country Whitetails, LLC.
True Country Whitetails proudly introduces Kimmy Shupp, a pretty young lady from Mohnton, Pa, as our featured hunter of November. Kimmy is a locally born and raised gal, who has acquired a love for the outdoors. In the last several years her main passion has become hunting, especially bowhunting with her Horton crossbow.
Kimmy has always been interested in hunting since she was a young girl. Growing up in Boyertown, Pa in a family full of outdoorsmen, she was constantly surrounded and influenced by hunters. As her curiosity and interest in hunting grew, so did life. Kimmy didn’t get the opportunity to hunt early on in her life as she would have liked to, but as fate would have it, she would get that opportunity before long. Kimmy married one of the other loves of her life, besides her children and hunting, her husband Ryan Shupp. With her husband also being an avid hunter, the opportunity was perfect for her to finally get officially introduced to hunting. She began learning the ins and outs through her husband and his friends, and quickly she was hooked.
Kimmy is also the proud mother of two wonderful children, Ethan(6yrs old) and Ashton(2yrs old). Kimmy has been proudly introducing her son Ethan into hunting as well the last couple years. Kimmy expressed one of her proudest moments thus far was Ethan taking his first buck last year.
Kimmy works full time as a sales representative for Bally Ribbon Mills in Bally, Pa. When not working and attending to her children, Kimmy loves to bake and cook. Her cupcakes and cookies are absolutely delicious! (I am fortunate enough to know this first hand) While Kimmy is in the field pursuing her next trophy, she enjoys a nice book and the quiet time of being outdoors. Kimmy also looks forward to bear hunting for the first time this year, and hopes to be able to travel more in the years to come and hunt other states as well. Kimmy harvested her first buck this year during Pennsylvania’s early archery season as well as two doe in previous years.
Kimmy is like many mothers across the country. Working full time and raising a family is more then enough work load to occupy a person’s time. Kimmy makes a point to see that hunting is a family affair and ensures her children are involved as well. The fact that Kimmy does all of this and continues to help make ends meet at home, as well as pursues her passion of hunting, makes her a special individual. True Country Whitetails has a deep respect and appreciation for individuals of Kimmy’s nature. It’s this type of commitment and dedication that the hunter was founded on. TCW would like to thank Kimmy Shupp for being a wonderful parent, outdoors woman, and a great representative of the sport of hunting.
True Country Whitetails, LLC.