Take a look at this proud father and son. Chip Cayer on the left, shot this magnifiscent Whitetail king in Andover, Maine. The buck field dressed at 265 lbs and carried 8 very high and heavy points. Look for this buck to appear in Maine's Top 10 biggest bucks and also to score into the MASTC club!! Here is Chip's story:
I was to meet Dad at his house Saturday about 230 PM and sit with him in one of his favorite clover fields. Dad wasn’t home so I drove my car to another field. This is the same field I shot a 4 point buck 3 years ago. Anyway, the wind was blowing hard, gusting to 20 MPH, I am sure. I was about to leave the
green field at 4:30 PM. I had those major body shakes and was chilled through and through. I was standing next to an old pine tree that borders the field. The tree is about 3 feet at the base and offers excellent cover from the field north of me. Legal shooting was over at 4:37 PM. I decided to try and stick out the last 7 minutes. Was I glad I did. I turned around and
took a leak behind the pine tree. My (Win. M-70 Super
Grade 30-338) was leaning against the pine tree. My binoculars were on the ground and at 4:35 I looked up the field. Unbelievable. It was like this dear had just dropped out of the sky. This deer was 30 yards into the field, head down and broadside. I estimated the yardage at 300 yards. (Later measured with steel tape at 225-yard shot) I dropped to one knee and
picked up the binoculars. Now let me tell you, my heart went into double time. This deer was feeding and all I could see was those long tines sticking up out of the clover. I tossed the binoculars aside and grabbed the 30-338, leaned against the tree in a kneeling position.
I couldn’t hold the scope on the deer. I tried 9 power, 6 power, and 3 power. It just wasn’t going to work. So I proned out on the ground like I was Camp Perry or something. I still couldn’t hold the rifle on the deer. I was all over him and I wouldn’t take the shot. At one point the deer takes two steps more into
the field, lifts his head up and looks down the field in my direction. I can’t even describe how this deer looked in the scope. I was beginning to shake and a little panic set in. I then realized that my binoculars were right beside me (Large 10 to 17 power zoom, rubber-coated binoculars.) I grabbed them
and stood them up with the eyepieces skyward. I rested the
forearm of the stock on the binoculars, settled in and took some deep breaths. The deer was broadside, I held right on, exhaled and fired.
This gun has been around. Dad had sent it away to Cabala’s to have that muzzle tamer put on it to reduce recoil. The muzzle break was right next to this pine tree. Yep, you guessed it. Half of the bark on this old tree ended up in my eyes. I never bothered chambering another round. I just cleared my eyes
and when I looked over my scope. The deer was on his belly
trying to get out of the field. I watched it get its rear legs under him and make two jumps. I put the empty in my pocket and walked up to the spot were I had hit him. I had a good amount of what appeared to be bubbly lung blood. I tracked the deer to the
brook were he lay expired. I could not believe it and it is
hard to describe what goes through your mind when you harvest a deer like this. When I arrived Dad had to tell me about the
doe’s he had been watching behind the barn. I made a cup
of coffee and sat at the table. I looked down at my Bean boots that had lots of blood on the toe. I said,“what’s that all over my boot?” dad looked down and said “Did you get one, I heard a shot over there was that you?” I said, “Yep, it was me alright.” He asked me what I got and I said, “Dad, this is the biggest
damn deer I have ever seen!” Well I thought for sure he was going to need a nitro.
Anyway, Dad, Jim Thibodeau and I got the deer out and loaded in Jim’s truck. (Oh ya, the deer ran 55 yards before piling up before the brook. This was also measured with a steel tape. Good load, 70 gr. 4831 w/150 grain Barns HPBT, solid copper bullet.
Destroyed both lungs completely. We weighed the deer at Mills Market on his certified scales. I had guessed the weight at 245 pounds. I almost died when I read 265 pounds on the nose.
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