“It all just kind of runs in the family,” Clayton Brummer told The Wichita Eagle, referring to his passion for chasing big whitetails.
In early September, Clayton was hunting with his dad, Darin, when a huge non-typical buck worked its way through a milo field. It would have been a chip shot with his rifle, but the deer never exposed his vitals to the 16-year-old hunter. Darin stressed there was no ethical shot available, so the two watched the monster buck slip away.
“I’m not sure that’s what I wanted to do, but it was the right thing to do. My dad was right.”
A couple days later, on September 8, the duo caught up with the buck again. This time it wouldn’t get away.
With several hours of daylight left, they watched as the buck worked his way through the same milo field. He was on a different pace this time, running through the crop to avoid a swath of insects. Refuge was momentarily found as the brute entered an unharvested corn field.
“All we could do was sit, watch and wait,” said Brummer. “We knew he was in the corn and that he’d probably have to come out sometime.”
Brummer was toting his .300 Ultra Mag, a rifle he said he’s comfortable with out to 450 yards. This gun already had quite the history, assisting his father take one of his biggest bucks ever.
Clayton was prepared when the deer finally stepped out of the corn, but it still caught him off guard. At just 30 yards away, the two locked eyes as Clayton drew his gun.
The buck dropped in his tracks.
“I’ve hunted enough to know I only had time to hurry up and shoot.”
It happened so fast that Clayton couldn’t even alert his dad, who was glassing other parts of the field. Any hesitation on the teens part would have resulted in the deer ducking back into the corn and out of their grasp.
The father and son credit local landowners, noting they’ve been blessed to find Stafford County farmers who pass on high lease offers and let them hunt.
“We really, really appreciate them for that,” said Darin.
As they approached the downed deer, there was no ground shrinkage.
“He had such a tight rack, and so much junk on the inside. He just kept looking bigger the more we looked,” said Brummer.
The buck measured an incredible 230 inches from 21 scoreable points.
There remains some mystery, though. With half of its velvet still hanging on, the Brummers wonder if more points might be hiding underneath. Not only that, the buck can’t enter Boone & Crockett record books without being hard horned. It’s given the boy a tough decision: keep the velvet, or scrape it off.
“The velvet looks really cool, but to get one in the books at 16 would be really neat,” Brummer said. “Ever since I shot him, Dad and I have talked about it every day. We’ve talked about getting the velvet removed then they can put artificial velvet on after the buck’s scored. I just know that one is always going to look great on my wall.”
<h2>Tom Boyer</h2>Knowing I couldn’t even come to my knees without breaking the little concealment we had, I decided to lie on my left side, using my left elbow for as solid a rest as could be achieved within the slight incline of the old fencerow. But when I shouldered the rifle, the sight of the crosshairs oriented at a 10-4 o’clock angle was definitely a different look from the normal 12-6 position we all practice from. Even so, I didn’t figure that would matter if I aimed at the right spot and squeezed off a clean shot. I settled the crosshairs where I needed to place the bullet and steadied the rifle. Whispering “fire in the hole” while floating the crosshairs on the spot, I gently squeezed the trigger until the recoil removed the buck from my view. <p></p> <a href="http://www.northamericanwhitetail.com/trophy-bucks/tom-boyer-buck-209-inch-kansas-brute/" target="_blank">Read the full story.</a>