William Brewer's Slam Page

WS - 2704 Rockville, Maryland Slam Award
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Ultimate Slam Slam

I started hunting doves in Maryland at 11 years old on my grandfathers farm. This expanded to waterfowl within a couple of years. My deer hunting experience started when my younger brother took me up to Pennsylvania when I was a sophmore in college at The Citadel, where I was on the rifle team. He had me climb a pine tree where I sat for 4 hours. I didn’t see or hear anything. My next hunting wasn’t done until my father bought a farm in Chesapeake City, Maryland (around 1975). At first I hunted geese and ducks that would come into our fields and pond. Then, at around 37 years old, my brother again got me to go deer hunting on the farm. My first deer was a very fat doe weighing 201 pounds. Over the next 20 plus years he and I shot many deer. Not every year was blessed with success but we enjoyed every minute of it.  In 1997 my mother passed away followed by my father in 1999. I retired in 1999 and moved to Florida. We sold the farm in 2001. I, then, took up hunting all over. In addition to Maryland, I have deer hunted in Oklahoma, Kentucky, Nebraska, Montana, Mississippi, Florida, Kansas, South Carolina, Saskatchewan and Mexico. I still get that “rush” when a deer walks into view and luckly “buck fever” still comes after the shot.

Gulf Coast Whitetail

Year: 2017
Weight: 120Age: 3.5 years
Weapon Used: RifleScore: - 0/8
Location: Levy County, Florida
Gulf Coast Whitetail

To start with, I hunted in Levy County, Inglis, Florida. This was the hardest hunt so far chasing the “Ultimate Slam”. First of all, the terrain had vegetation that was extremely thick. Probably, there is every kind of palm growth through out the property I was hunting and the under brush and vines were so thick that you could barely see 5 feet. Their were feeders that would have been a great help if it were not for tremendous amount of feral hogs. I, naturally, hunted from elevated blinds in the beginning. For the first 4 days of hunting mornings and evenings I never saw a deer. I was beginning to to think their was no such sub species, but I did have a few on trail cameras. I switched to a portable ground blind over looking a small open area with a gravity feeder, which was close to the blind. I sat there for 4 hours before some does approached, but as quickly as they appeared, they were gone.A little later I caught sight of a buck coming right to left, however he was not headed toward the feeder. Efforts to stop him did not work at first. Finally, he stopped and I fired. Immediately, he took off. He fell shortly after that. Now, I am a big buck hunter. This definitely does not fall into that category, however I was shaking like a leaf. I had finally got my “Gulf Coast” buck.

Northwestern Whitetail

Year: 1985
Weight: 0Age: 3.5 years
Weapon Used: RifleScore: - 0/8
Location: Park County, Montana
Northwestern Whitetail

In 1985 I hunted in Montana in the Paradise Valley not far from Chico Hot Springs, near the town of Pray. On this day, I was visiting some friends, who lived off East River Road. We had just walked out of the house when we saw a herd of whitetails out in a field (about 50 animals). They were headed up a fence line toward the Yellowstone River. My friend said, as far as he could tell, their was only one buck in the herd and he looked good. We decided we would try to head them off. I got my rifle and headed out. When we got to about 150 yards from the herd they started to head towards the river. I put my rifle on top of a fence post and got the buck in my scope. As the turned broadside to look at us, I squeezed of a shot. The buck took off heading straight toward the fence. He leaped to go over , but hit the fence in mid air. We watched for a while to see if he would move. When we got to him I could see that he was a nice tall and wide 7 point. My first Montana whitetail.

South Central Plains Whitetail

Year: 2005
Weight: 221Age: 4.5 years
Weapon Used: RifleScore: - 0/8
South Central Plains Whitetail

This was my second year hunting south of Nuevo Laredo, Mexico. Weather conditions are sure different there than anywhere else I have hunted. Actually, some days the temperatures are in the 90’s and you don’t want to grab the metal railings going up to an elevated stand (I made that mistake on my first hunt there). This was the evening of my second to last day of the hunt. I was set up on a cross road of three senderos. To my right there was a feeder at 100 yds. There was some corn on the senderos to my left and front. I had been on the stand for about two hours before the first deer came out down by the feeder. Included in this group were a couple of 8 pointers and a decent 10 pointer. Every once in a while I would shift my view to the left and front to see if anything was happening. A few does came out to my left and began feeding. I was still kind of watching the 10 pointer by the feeder. I really don’t know why I didn’t get my gun up to shoot. But I’m sure glad I didn’t. As I turned back to the left there he was. This buck seemed to have points going in every direction. I almost tipped over the chair I was sitting in. I actually had to get out of this chair and move to the chair at the other end of the blind. After making it to the other chair I ranged the buck at 94 yds. I got my gun up and held steady on his shoulder and fired. The next thing I remember was seeing him on the ground and I began to shake. It took me a few minutes to compose myself. By this time it was pretty dark and there was a ground fog. All I could think about was that my guide might run over the deer when he came to get me. So, I decided to take my backpack with me down to the deer and place it in the middle of his back with a flashlight on top. When he pulled up to the deer and I walked up to him his first words still ring in my ears. “Mr. Bill Brewer, what have you done?” This deer has 16 points and unoffically scored 174 1/4.