Eric Boley's Slam Page

WS - 4032 Cheyenne Slam Award
When one is at home....he dreams of adventure. When one is on an adventure.....he dreams of home.
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Ultimate Slam Slam

Our family moved to Wyoming in 1994 and a whole new world was opened up to me.  I went on my first whitetail deer hunt in Nebraska in 1995 and I have been hooked ever since.  Of all the big game animals I’ve hunted, I think the deer is my favorite and the whitetail has claimed a special place in my heart.  I have deer hunted in over 20 states and my goal is to pursue deer in every state in the US as well as Mexico and all Canadian provinces.

Northwestern Whitetail

Year: 2016
Weight: 300Age: 4.5 years
Weapon Used: MuzzleloaderScore: 149 - 5/8
Location: Saskatchewan, Canada
Northwestern Whitetail

This was my second trip to Saskatchewan to hunt whitetails.  The previous year I had been able to take a beautiful 140 inch whitetail and I was hopeful that I’d get a bigger deer on this trip.  I arrived in camp, hunting with my good friend Keith Graham who owns Camp Whitetail just outside of Meadow Lake.  I was concerned because the weather was super warm and deer movement wasn’t very good but determined I would hunt hard and let the chips fall.  On the first four days of my hunt I only saw two small bucks and several does and fawns.  I tried several stands but things were not looking good.  On the night of my fourth day in camp I sat a beautiful spot where trail cam photos showed a big ten point.  As the sun set and the full moon began to rise, I was serenaded by a pack of wolves.  I realized that the next day would be Halloween. I said a silent prayer and hoped the buck I was nicknaming Michael Myers would show himself.  The following morning I was back in the blind well before daylight.  The same pack of wolves greeted the day and does and fawns began to work their way passed the blind.  At about 8:30, the does that were feeding in front of my blind went on full alert.  They were looking into a part of the forest I couldn’t see from my blind.  I hoped it was Michael Myers but was afraid it might be the wolves.  I watched intently to where the deer were staring and caught the glint of light off of an antler.  I got my Knight muzzleloader set up on the shooting sticks and focused on the gap in the trees where the buck was headed. When the buck stepped in to the clearing I immediately recognized him as the buck I was waiting for and I got him in the scope and waited for him to give me the shot.  It was a cool morning with lots of moisture in the air.  When the buck turned broadside, I held the crosshairs on his shoulder and squeezed off the shot.  The smoke from my muzzleloader filled the blind and hung on the air.  It seemed like eternity before I could see where the deer had been standing at the shot.  I was overcome with emotion as I finally spotted a huge main beam sticking up and the white underbelly on the ground, right where the buck had been standing.  I was in awe as I approached the huge deer and was humbled when I put my hands on the horns of the deer I called Michael Myers.

Northern Woodlands Whitetail

Year: 2003
Weight: 225Age: 3.5 years
Weapon Used: MuzzleloaderScore: 117 - 5/8
Location: Washington County, Indiana
Northern Woodlands Whitetail

My good friend Kevin Kramer invited me out to hunt his property.  He is an avid bowhunter and has killed many trophy whitetails over the years, so I was excited to try my hand.  We hunted hard for several days, seeing numerous does and fawns, including a beautiful pie bald doe, but the bucks were being elusive.  Finally, on the fifth day I spotted a nice 8 point buck from my ladder stand.  He was feeding way out in the field and would not come closer, so I slipped down out of my stand and crawled towards the feeding deer.  I finally closed the gap to where I felt comfortable with the shot.  I was using open sights on my Knight muzzleloader but felt I could make the shot.  I lined up the sights and squeezed the trigger.  I was devastated when the smoke cleared and I watched the buck run off unscathed.  I went and checked for blood and followed the buck for quite a distance but I had missed.  Kevin came later to check on me and told me not to feel bad.  Everybody misses at one time or another.  A friend of his called and said he had just watched a nice buck walk in to a field of standing corn and that the buck hadn’t come out.  We made our way over to the field and quickly planned a deer drive.  I was positioned at the far end of the field with the wind blowing right in my face.  Kevin and his friend entered the field with the wind at their backs and began to walk towards me.  Suddenly, I saw the buck come running towards me through the corn.  He had corn stalks hanging in his horns and he was not looking in my direction.  As he burst out of the corn he hesitated for just a moment.  He was about 75 yards away and that moment of hesitation proved fatal.  I took squeezed off the shot and the buck dropped right in his tracks.  It is always fun when a plan comes together.

Seminole Whitetail

Year: 2016
Weight: 135Age: 5.5 - above years
Weapon Used: RifleScore: 101 - 4/8
Location: Collier County, Florida
Seminole Whitetail

My wife and I had a trip planned to Key West and as an added bonus we decided to try and find a place to hunt deer while we were there.  Living in Wyoming, I have tried to hunt other areas and working on my whitetail slam made this seem like the perfect opportunity.  An internet search led me to Everglade Adventures, who put me in contact with their whitetail guide and deer manager, Tom Falls.  Tom and I immediately hit it off and we agreed to a trophy whitetail hunt on the Price Ranch, a property that Tom manages for trophy Seminole whitetail deer.  I explained that I would be coming to Florida in December.  Tom explained that the very best hunting is early in the season (late July and early August) when the deer are rutting but agreed to take me out and help me find a good deer.  Time flew by and it was finally time to travel to Florida.  My wife and I flew in to Ft. Meyers, rented a car and made the 45 minute drive to the ranch.  We were shown to our private cabin on the property and enjoyed a beautiful evening with high expectations for the next day.  Tom explained that he had been scouting extensively and had seen some very nice bucks.  He had one buck in particular that he wanted to look for that he had nicknamed Dagger because of his extremely sharp tines.  He hadn’t seen him that day but felt confident that we could find Dagger during our hunt.  The next morning we ate a quick breakfast and then jumped in the truck to head the other side of the 9000 acre ranch.  We were a bit disappointed because there was thick fog that morning and visibility was terrible.  As we entered the property it appeared we were going to have our hands full because we couldn’t see more than 50-75 yards.  We made our way through the property and finally spotted a deer moving through the mist and in and out of the palmettos.  We were able to determine it was a buck but he was a little guy that needed a few more years to reach his potential.  We finally entered a pasture and the fog began to lift a little and we spotted a couple of does and fawns feeding under an oak tree.  Further in to the pasture we caught a glimpse of a deer and as the fog cleared we could see it was a nice buck.  The deer immediately began moving away from us.  Tom was finally able to get a clear enough look at the deer to determine it was Dagger, but just as quickly as we had seen him he disappeared in the fog.  We slowly tried to follow Dagger without blowing him out of the area.  I tried several times to get on him with my scope but the fog was too thick and I never felt comfortable with the sight picture.  We followed the deer for several hundred yards when he encountered several smaller bucks and what appeared to be a hot doe. The good news was that his mind was off of us and he became very interested in the doe.  It was unusual, because the rut was several months before but we could tell that she had his interest.  He began trailing the doe and we set up for a shot.  The doe ran him all around the pasture but eventually began leading him towards us.  The fog had lifted enough that seeing him clearly wasn’t an issue. Finally he came to within 125 yards.  I had a steady rest and when he stopped broadside, I touch the round off and my 260 Remington did its job.  Dagger dropped on the spot and I had collected a true trophy Seminole whitetail.  I was so excited.  Tom had done his homework and guided me to an incredible deer.  The deer had beautiful dark horns and reddish orange hair, reminding me of our Wyoming deer during the summer months.  Tom and I are already talking about me returning to hunt the rut and to try and take a Seminole buck with my bow.  I can’t wait!