That’s because Jaksick’s pronghorn entry to Boone & Crockett, killed in 2011, was finally accepted with an official score of 95-6/8 points—6/8-inch larger than the previous world record holder. While the massive buck still has to be evaluated by a B&C panel, the organization did approve the official entry score, which is good news for Jaksick.
Currently two pronghorn bucks are tied for the world record at 95 inches—David Meyer’s 2002 Arizona buck and Dylan Woods’ 2000 buck from the same state. While Nevada has three top-20 B&C pronghorn, including the potential new world record, Arizona still reigns supreme with 11 bucks on that list.
For a look at more impressive trophies like this or to submit your own, check out the Petersen’s Hunting Rack Room, which features some of the best trophies from this year.
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250 yards, Win 70 Super Grade, .375 H&H Magnum, McMillan Hunter stock, Broughton barrel.
Where: Rapid River Wilderness, Idaho
When: October 27, 2012
Hunter: Janice Wald
Easton writes, "Not only was this a heavy bird (25 pounds), but we were surprised to discover that its feet had extremely long and curly toenails."
score : 171 3/8''
Method : CVA .45 Muzzle loader / 195 gr CVA power belt
Hunter : Jeremy Bellows
When my six year old son Zakk and I left to go to our stand ,we had no clue as to how things would unfold that afternoon. It was December 1st. the second week of firearm season .We were hoping to see a large ten point we had seen the week before. We had dropped our friend Bill Jackson off at his stand, and continued our walk to ours . I did not have that much hope in seeing any thing because I had shot a doe from that stand earlier in the day and had disturbed the area a lot getting her out of the woods, and the neighbors had been target shooting until about 1:30 that afternoon. It was 2pm as we made our way up the steep hill to our stand. We made no attempt to be quiet as we stomped threw leaves talking as we went. About one hundred yards from our destination I saw movement to our left , we got low next to a big tree and this brute just kept coming at us .We had to wait for him to dropdown into a ravine so we could take a safe shot . As soon as he was off of the skyline and gave a safe shot I took him with my CVA. .45 cal muzzle loader loaded with a 195 grain. CVA power belt. the shot was at 125 yards. and he went down after only traveling 30 yards. He was 14 points and scored 171 3/8 '' non typical after the 60 day drying period.
When my hunting partners and I made it to the bruin we realized it was a good one. 6' 3" from nose to tail. Bruin was estimated to weigh a little over 300 pounds. Skull measures a tad over 19 inches. I'll be back in the Glacier Peak and Wild Sky wildernesses in 2013 looking for an even bigger bruin. Yep, I'll be in those productive high-mountain berry fields.
I was using a Browning A Bolt 30.06 with a Nikon 50mm scope.
First Mule Deer, First Buck with my bow, First full velvet, First self filmed... great footage !!
Piranha Strings / Cables
True Fire Release
Carbon Express Maxima Hunter 350's
Busnell Range Finder
Ameristep Ground Blind
-- Kerry Mackey
-- Tony Fassio
The hunt started with a three hour drive, a float plane ride into the Wrangell Mountains and then a three mile portage that included a white water raft to our base camp on a fast flowing stream near a long mountain ridge. The first two days only produced ewes and small rams. On the third morning, we saw five rams but they were not accessible. Later that day, we watched two rams bang heads before I got the shot that I came to Alaska for. One Dall sheep down. The next morning from spike camp, I glassed the five rams from the day before coming over the mountain ridge. Three hours later Jared has Dall number two.
On day six we started our two and a half day float trip looking for legal Bull Moose on our way to take out point. A few miles down the canyon I heard the words “eddy out, eddy out”. Before I knew what was happening we were on the bank. A pack was under David’s 30-378, a ram evaluation, a 275 yard shot and the third full curl ram was ours.
Good homework and preparation by David made this a hunt of a lifetime for Pop’s . David has led me on several other successful Alaskan hunts including a second Dall.
-- Bill Benes
-- Albert Quackebush
-- Jacob Stern
-- Trevor Pederson
-- Timothy A. Harinck
Headed back up in a week to do it all over again!
.50 Cal CVA Optima Pro
-- Rob Widdows
-- Doug Galica
-- Wayne Gates
I didnt want a doe so we passed and kept looking. after lunch we still hadnt seen anything so e decided to move to a new area. a herd of does suddenly exploded from a thicket and ran about 300 yards before stopping. I passed them to. the next day we woke up early and drove out to the zone. after about 3 hours we hadnt seen anything yet and we had to hed for home. on the way 3 does ran in front of us. i decided to shoot one because at that point I just wanted a deer. Boom one shot from my savage axis with a nikon prostaff skope droped her at 120 yards.
Gear: savage axis .270, nikon prostaf 4-12 scope, north face boots, cabelas seclusion 3d pants, kings desert shadow shirt.
-- Galen Robinson
-- John Leibley
-- Bill Waldron
-- Randy Anderson
-- Emmett Robinson
-- Jack Sheek
-- Brad Henry
-- Cristin Cade
-- Dean Thesing
-- Jerry Adams
-- Jim Roush
-- Joan Arviso
-- John Valdez
-- Justin Bishop
Swamp Donkey is one of the best deer attractions that I use. I was 18 years old and it was my first buck.
-- Kristopher Scroggins
In 2010, my dad wanted to take my brother and I up to Wisconsin to meet some cousins of ours and do a little deer hunting on the dairy farm that has been in my family for generations. It was quite a drive from North Carolina, but well worth it. We had been hunting hard all week without any luck, and we were beginning to think that we were going to have to make the trip back empty handed.
It was mid-afternoon the day after Thanksgiving in 2010. We were all planning a man-drive on a piece of property that has not been hunted yet this year. My cousin had gotten a picture on his trail cam of this deer in velvet, and had been tracking him since. So we planned out the spots that we would post up, and picked who would be crawling through the thick apple orchard to spook up all of the deer. Well the spot that they picked for me to go to was not the spot that I really wanted to be, so I talked my brother into switching with me. While standing there waiting on the deer to show up I hear the drivers getting closer and closer, suddenly I see movement up on top of the coolie and three does and a small six point run down within shooting distance of me. I decide not to shoot because I know what the woods are capable of producing. Those deer kept on running in the direction of my brother which is about 300 yards away on the other side of the hill. About three minutes later a hear a shot come from his direction. I thought to myself, " aww come on Dylan, you didn't just shoot that little buck". Well I give him a call and he is in shock. I thought for sure that he had killed that little sixer. He said that he had killed a really nice buck, I kept asking if it was a six point and he couldn't answer me. He really does not hunt that often so I didn't know what he really meant by saying "nice buck." Well I began walking in his direction to see what he had killed and as I came over the hill, I looked down at the bottom which was about 200 yards away and I could see him standing beside what looked to be a small buck. As I got closer and closer then horns began to stick out a little more. Finally, I reached him, he was speechless and so was I. I just stared down at the deer in shock of the size of the antlers and the body itself. I am used to seeing North Carolina deer and you North Carolinians know the size that I am talking about. Anyways, I don't thin k that I have ever seen a smile on my brothers face as big as the one that you see in the picture. He was stoked. I am very happy that he got the chance to kill this deer, but to this day I still can not help to think that, if only I had went to the spot that I was initially supposed to go.
Hunting is not all about taking the biggest deer, or shooting the most ducks, it is about spending quality time in the outdoors with your closest loved ones and friends and building experiences every time you step foot into the wonderful nature that God has blessed us all with. Seeing the smile on my dads face was also a memory that I will never forget, he was so proud. At this moment I never thought that this would be the last hunt with my Dad. I grew up hunting with him, and learned almost everything I know about the outdoors from him. I remember sitting in a dove field with a pellet gun, and watching his every move so that I could be just like him. I wish that I had spent more days in the woods with him, but I took it for granted thinking that he would be around for the majority of my life to teach me more. I have learned responsibility, respect, and many other traits of good character from being in the woods and sitting right in the middle of the most wonderful creation on this earth. I wish everyone had the opportunity to get in the woods and see the world from a different point of view.
-- Luke Morris
The following Friday was the next chance to go and we went into the high mountains in SE Idaho to look for a buck for Melissa. Soon after arriving to our chosen spot, very fortunately, we spotted right away a single large buck at perhaps 900 yards away. We stayed in the truck and drove another mile to put us in position to hike in downwind and on the back side of a large ridge where we would be unseen. We then hiked up the steep side of the mountain to the top of a high isolated ridge. Upon nearing the top of the ridge, we got down and started crawling, stopping every few feet to glass as the isolated canyons below us on the other side become more and more into view.
Suddenly, I spotted the single buck, a nice 4 by 4, standing not too far from where I had seen him earlier. We inched forward until we were secretly in position and then I ranged the shot right at 300 yards. It is during times like this that my internal clock speeds up to warp speed and I know that I can be anxious so instead of this time telling her to shoot, I decided to be less active and let her shoot when she was ready. To not add the additional stress, I concentrated on putting all of my weight on steadying the shooting sticks to make an accurate shot since the shot was long and steeply downhill.
After several minutes a breath control, I had to ask Melissa if she was now ready. She said, the buck is lying down now, should I shoot? I got back up and looked through the binoculars and said that no, he is still standing right there. She looked back through the scope and said, “There are two bucks out there”. She said that the one lying down hidden in the sagebrush was much bigger. I could not see it but told here to go ahead and shoot when she was ready. Melissa said that at that moment, for the first time this year, the sight picture become totally clear and focused.
At the shot, I immediately popped up and looked through the binoculars. All I could see was a very large massive clean four footed beast standing which appeared to be different than the one that I spotted earlier. Melissa was ready to shoot again but I said to wait to ensure that this was not the other buck, which had disappeared. We waited forever and a day, perhaps 2 to 3 minutes and then I noticed the 4 by 4 down the canyon further now with 5 does. I said that one is yours go ahead and shoot as also the buck was acting like it was hit hard the first time, which it was. Two more shots rang out and each time he would run a little bit. I told Melissa to quickly put him down and she did with a purposely aimed neck shot on the 4th shot (3 of the shots hit the target!). The big massive buck instantly fell and disappeared in the brush. Melissa as I could not believe it and she screamed out, “he is huge!
Afterward, however, we could not find the lying buck but did not really believe that it had got away. I kept Melissa on the opposite ridge and ready while I went down there. It took some time to find it but I will never forget when I saw him up close and was very surprised on how big he actually was when I picked up his massive rack. As I grabbed him, Melissa appeared to be a track star coming down the steep mountainside in record time to claim her prize. It was the biggest buck that I have ever seen out hunting and maybe anywhere! It was a true once in a lifetime trophy for a very special young lady! To say that her Dad was proud, would be a huge understatement. She had performed extremely well in both successfully negotiating a difficult stalk and making stellar long range shots under extreme pressure.
-- Daniel James Branagan
Nate’s buck made the Alberta record book with a score of 192 7/8 Gross and 190 2/8 Net. He will also be recognized Boone & Crockett, although he didn’t quite make the book.
This happened two days after his thirteenth birthday.
-- Leighton Kathler
I shook it off, and my hunting buddy and I backed out, and then circled around to hunt the other side of "my spot." Using my Lone Wolf Sit and Climb tree stand, I scaled a tree on the edge of a recent cutover without ever scouting it out before.
About a half hour before shooting time expired, I spotted some movement in the brush about 75 yards away. Quickly, I observed the biggest buck I'd ever seen, tearing up a tree and letting everyone know that he was King of this territory.
I was shaking so bad, I began whispering out loud "don't look at the horns...don't look at the horns..." After much waiting and anticipating, the monster meandered out of the brush into the clear cut less than 50 yards.
I couldn't get a shot because there were too many limbs in the way. Suddenly, the giant turned and moved in a direction that, if continued, would take him down wind of me. I started to panic. Then, I started to convince myself that it was over. But, as luck would have it, he turned back heading directly for me.
When he got within 25 yards of me, I trained my Thompson Center Arms Encore .50 caliber muzzleloader on the beast. Again, there was still too many limbs. However, I was able to get a tiny sight picture through my Leupold Rifleman scope. The trusted scope allowed me to pick the tight spot with confidence.
I looked through the scope and than with my naked eye down the barrel to make sure I was aligned properly and didn't hit a limb. Once comfortable, I slowly pulled the trigger, and the muzzleloader report filled the scene with smoke.
After a couple seconds, I looked to see which direction the beast ran. Unexpectantly, he dropped right where he was struck! I was shocked! I loaded another Thompson Center Mag Express 240 grain XTP and prepared to put another hole in him for insurance. But, it wasn't necessary. He was done.
After safely making my way down the tree, I met up with my hunting buddy who came over to inspect my results. I was pumping my fist in the air in excitement. I approached the fallen giant with my muzzleloader trained like I was on a SWAT mission. Alas, the buck was down and it was time for victory.
I began counting. It was 13 points. A main-frame 10 pointer with a kicker and double forked brow tines.
My taxidermist had it scored at 176 inches of dominant buck horn. It was, indeed, a deer of a lifetime.
-- Tim Gonzales
The Rut Report in your 2011 issue of Petersen's Hunting Magazine was dead on! In the report, Mr. Hanback explained that it was his belief that the single best day to hunt would be November 9th...man, he nailed it! A friend and I hunted hard the first four days of the Texas rifle season with day five being the 9th. We both got up early and settled into our stands by 430am. At first light, this big Texas 9 point came in at 70 yds. following a doe. I shared this experience with you in your March 2012 Issue (Hanback-to-Back Bucks, Letters, p.8). The buck ended up winning the Mason Co. Big Buck Contest for 2011. I will never forget Nov. 9, 2011! Thanks for the great magazine and thanks Mike Hanback!
-- William Dye
Once I was situated in my stand, I put the camera card into the digital camera I always carry into the woods and began scrolling through the pictures it contained. I was halfway through when several shots of Bubba were screened. I had gotten a single picture of this deer the previous year in the same general location but had never seen him. Until this Holloween, I had never seen another camera shot of him. It looked like Bubba had been hanging around for a few days, but mostly coming into the camera's lense at night. Before I had too much time to admire what I was hoping to get a look at that evening, I heard some movement and looked up to see three does walking through the woods about thirty yards from my stand. I let them work through the area and hoped that a deer with antlers might be following close by. About fifteen minutes later I heard footsteps through the brush along the river about 80 yards away heading the same direction the does had travelled. As the movement passed further away I decided to give a few grunts on my primos Buck Roar to see if I could draw whatever it was into view. Before I even put the grunt tube down I caught movement to my left and looked to see Bubba working a trail straight at me. I didn't have time to think, when his path brought a tree between us that blocked our views of each other I stood and drew my Mathews Switchback bow in one quick motion. I thought about making a grunt noise to stop Bubba but figured it would probably screw up the opportunity more than anything. The monster buck was now less than ten yards away walking from my left to my right. I put my twenty yard pin on his chest and let the arrow fly. I hit him, but not where I thought I was aiming. The shot was deadly, but not well placed. Bubba ran about forty yards, stood still for a couple of minutes and then fell over backwards. All that I could see through the brush was the tip of one antler and from how far above the ground it was, I knew he was huge, but I didn't have a clue as to how big he really was. I sat and watched the still antlers for about fifteen minutes and since I saw no movement I figured it was time to get out of the stand and go take a look. Oh, what a buck and man did I start shaking.
It took me a solid hour to drag Bubba to my truck. I had texted a local hunting buddy to come give me a hand loading him up because there was no way I could have managed by myself. My buddy's reaction when he saw the deer I had just killed was one of disbelief. No way could a deer this big be taken 200 yards from downtown main street. We loaded Bubba up and took him home. The preliminary unoffical Pope & Young gross score done by the Gander Mountain Archery pro was 145 inches with only 2 inches of deductions. Bubba will be offically scored in a couple weeks at the Dixie Deer Classic and ranked against the other North Carolina bow kills from last fall.
I have been fortunate to be able to hunt for most of my life and have had many great experiences in the woods. Bubba is the biggest buck I have ever seen while hunting and might be the biggest one I ever get a chance on.
-- Jeff Guernier
-- Timothy Harinck
-- Mark Rankin, Springfield, Mo.
-- Steve Lamb
-- Brent Clark
-- James Lalonde
-- Chris Yaryan
-- Rick Brooks
-- John W. Jones
-- Rich Smith
-- Brian Sears
-- John Lease
-- Killed by Joshua Toland
-- Ryan Schmidt
-- Dan Raftevold
-- Jim Tewmey
173 4/8 b+c
-- Clay Bonilla
-- Ryan Schmidt
-- Gary Redinger
-- David Faubion, Petersen's Hunting associate editor