Bayou Bucks Magazine April 2012 : Page 7

Trophy Talk Go Ahead and Get You Some Sleep by Greg Hicks Todd Tregre sat in his climber in disbelief. After hunting this buck for weeks on end and logging countless hours in the stand, it would all end while sitting in his climber for a whopping 30 minutes. Th e story of the monster buck that he killed is one that most people could only dream up. But, for the Baton Rouge native on January 3, 2012, this fairytale became a 181” reality. Most of the time when a big buck is spotted, people will keep it under wraps. Usually it’s only the lucky trail camera owner’s most trusted friends who will know about the buck. But this is 2012, and nothing is sacred anymore. Todd and his cronies had plenty of trail camera photos of a huge buck in the 2010-2011 season; however, midway through the sea-son, the buck disappeared. Without seeing hide nor hair of the buck when the 2011-2012 season hit, they thought that he surely was dead. Th at was until one of them visited an LSU sports website with members scattered through-out Louisiana like squirrel shot. Th ere, un-der a thread topic properly titled, “Th ese Trail Cam Pics Keep Me From Sleeping At Night,” was a picture of the buck that Todd and his buddies knew well. Th e colossal buck was still alive, and that image ignited the hunters in Todd’s St. Francisville lease. Th ey all knew the monster of a buck that used to terrorize their food plots, and they waited like thoroughbreds at the starting gate for the rut to hit, keeping their fi ngers crossed that he’d be back. Todd, however, was diff erent from the rest. Instead of watching the sun rise over hard-wood trees, Todd watched it rise over the Gulf of Mexico. “I took my family to Biloxi Upon his return, all that was left was one for the New Year, and all the guys I hunt man and his son who were soon to be de-with gave me a hard time about it. Here I parting camp. Todd quickly realized that was hunting my butt off all year long and before long he’d have the woods to himself. now, when the rut gets here, When a planned meeting with a I was headed to the beach!” Here I was fellow hunter fell through that af-laughed Tregre. hunting my butt ternoon, Todd decided to make off all year long the evening hunt, rather than Fresh from his quick vacation, and now, when Todd got right back in the mix the rut gets here, waiting until the next morning as he had originally planned. He as soon as his feet hit land in I was headed to made his way to a spot where he Louisiana. While he was away, the beach! knew he’d see deer, never think-his lease was full of hunters vy-ing the inevitable was about to ing for a chance at the huge deer. “ ” Your Mortgage Loan. Your Way. • FHA -Federal Housing Administration • Conventional • VA -Dept. of Veteran Affairs • Rural Development • Mortgage Refinance • Lowest Rates ,'


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Trophy Talk: Go Ahead And Get You Some Sleep

Greg Hicks

Todd Tregre sat in his climber in disbelief. After hunting this buck for weeks on end and logging countless hours in the stand, it would all end while sitting in his climber for a whopping 30 minutes. The story of the monster buck that he killed is one that most people could only dream up. But, for the Baton Rouge native on January 3, 2012, this fairytale became a 181” reality.<br /> <br /> Most of the time when a big buck is spotted, people will keep it under wraps. Usually it’s only the lucky trail camera owner’s most trusted friends who will know about the buck. But this is 2012, and nothing is sacred anymore. Todd and his cronies had plenty of trail camera photos of a huge buck in the 2010-2011 season; however, midway through the season, the buck disappeared.<br /> <br /> Without seeing hide nor hair of the buck when the 2011-2012 season hit, they thought that he surely was dead. That was until one of them visited an LSU sports website with members scattered throughout Louisiana like squirrel shot. There, under a thread topic properly titled, “These Trail Cam Pics Keep Me From Sleeping At Night,” was a picture of the buck that Todd and his buddies knew well. The colossal buck was still alive, and that image ignited the hunters in Todd’s St. Francisville lease. They all knew the monster of a buck that used to terrorize their food plots, and they waited like thoroughbreds at the starting gate for the rut to hit, keeping their fi ngers crossed that he’d be back.<br /> <br /> Todd, however, was diff erent from the rest. Instead of watching the sun rise over hardwood trees, Todd watched it rise over the Gulf of Mexico. “I took my family to Biloxi for the New Year, and all the guys I hunt with gave me a hard time about it. Here I was hunting my butt off all year long and now, when the rut gets here, I was headed to the beach!” laughed Tregre.<br /> <br /> Fresh from his quick vacation, Todd got right back in the mix as soon as his feet hit land in Louisiana. While he was away, his lease was full of hunters vying for a chance at the huge deer. Upon his return, all that was left was one man and his son who were soon to be departing camp. Todd quickly realized that before long he’d have the woods to himself. When a planned meeting with a fellow hunter fell through that afternoon, Todd decided to make the evening hunt, rather than waiting until the next morning as he had originally planned. He made his way to a spot where he knew he’d see deer, never thinking the inevitable was about to

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