It happens. Each year sportsmen sacrifice precious field
time in exchange for other priorities. This year is the first year I’ve let
life get in the way of hunting. I shot
my hunting season in the foot when I was blessed with the opportunity to
purchase a fixer-upper house. So began my painful repression of outdoor
passions in exchange for that dreaded responsibility. Here is my tale of precious few hunts, a
nearly disastrous day a-field followed by success times two.
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My 2012 Archery Buck |
Let’s start with the backstory because I know you were dying
to know the useless details. The house I purchased literally consumed all of my
free-time ordinarily reserved for pursuit of outdoor passions. I still wasn't quite aware of how bad it was until October 1strolled around and it became glaringly obvious my archery season was in serious
peril. Apparently, this is called “Life” which I find ironic because all this responsibility seems to stand directly in the
way of “living.”
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I love hunting around Halloween. |
I scavenged a few spare moments to hunt here and there but, I
desperately needed things to go right when I had time to go. Halloween week’s cool
weather and rutting full moon waning had me really excited to see some solid activity
and I decided to hunt Halloween afternoon and sit all day Thursday November
3rd...
Well, Heather and I got tricked on our Halloween hunt. We
set up a blind in a cornfield and within an hour we got cowed. Apparently, the
herd thought we were dropping off an ugly lookin' hay bale and they actually
fed off the blind eating a few of the fabric leaves. We stuck it out and they
stuck around until sunset. Despite sporting the best cover scent ever (smelly cow)
all we ended up seeing was a nice tall buck on a distant ridge, a few small
bucks running some does on another distant ridge and a coyote at 60 yards. I
thought about beef for dinner, but settled for tag soup at least for Halloween.
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Heather's Face is Priceless! |
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Three major east-west trails converge within 50 yards of this tree. |
Thursday rolled around and the weather was incredible but my
luck was not. The morning wind was light and variable allowing a wary doe to
wind me. She stayed just outside my effective bow range for the better part of
an hour loudly declaring my presence. With the morning spot blown, I decided to
set up a new hang-on in a travel corridor on top of a hill. While setting up
the tree stand, the hinged flip-up seat flopped down on my hand smashing and shearing
off the end of my finger. Had I instinctively let go of the tree to address my
injury the 20 foot fall would have been devastating. With half the day
remaining on my only all-day opportunity at a rutting buck I bandaged my finger
in a napkin I found in my truck and went back out to sit.
The first hour went fine until I noticed two trucks in field
on the neighboring property and saw hunters getting out and walking right into
the neck of timber I expected deer to come from. Stubbornly, I sat it out -finger
throbbing.
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Those "Turkeys" on the ridge are trespassing teens. |
At 5:30 my bad luck continued when three trespassing kids
(approximately 12 to 16 years old) walked toward me toting what appeared to be
a matt-black 12 ga. shotgun and a .22 caliber rifle. I had been hearing shots
in the valley below for about 1/2 hour and optimistically I passed it off as
target practice, but when these kids walked by in black hooded sweatshirts and
sunglasses at just 60 yards I knew they were looking for their
"targets". They never saw me, walked away and I decided to sit
quietly in the tree and take this picture. I could only hope the deer were used to this
type of thing.
Surprisingly just 20 minutes after all that ruckus, 12 deer
(8 does and 4 bucks) began crossing into the property I was on. One of the
bucks was this old looking deer with a weird curly 'q' antler tip and trotting mouth
agape from doe-to-doe. The good times came to an end when I missed a doe at 30
yards right at last light. Thursday was just not my day.
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Old rutting buck gets the pass. |
Friday I worked on the house all day and had a very
productive day painting and recoating drywall mud. At 4pm I got to a good
stopping point and decided to reward myself with a last minute hunt. By 5pm I
was in my stand near a creek intersection in what I would consider both a
travel corridor and a transition area. Deer once again waited until sunset
before they started popping up in the field in front of me. A moment later I heard some commotion off to
my right. 80 yards away a doe jumped into the field with her tail sideways.
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My only east-wind stand in a travel corridor/transition area. |
She looked spooky and trotted out in front of me about a
hundred yards away. With bedding behind me and food out in front, I felt there
was no reason this deer had to walk by me, so I decided to make a reason.
Hoping for a buck behind her, I grabbed the grunt tube and let out one soft
“gggrrrrrruuuunt.” The doe stopped and stared in my direction and then began
steadily walking straight to my tree. She stopped at 15 yards, looked around,
turned broadside and took a few steps along a trail right in front of me. I thanked
God for the opportunity, drew and shot. Thwack. She ran 25 yards, stopped and
fell over.
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My 2012 Archery Doe |
I couldn’t believe how fast and well that all happened! But
before I could celebrate I looked back into the field where she came and a nice
nine point was walking, nose down in her exact tracks. His rack stood proud and
symmetrical and his neck was huge so I decided I’d take a shot if I had the
opportunity. He stopped at 100 yards right where she did and began looking
around. I grabbed the grunt tube and let out another soft “gggrrrruuunt.” He
immediately jerked in my direction. I froze and we stared at each other for
perhaps 30 seconds until he decided to walk straight in.
I quickly put away the
grunt tube, knocked another arrow and repositioned my feet. At 15 yards he
stopped and looked around. I could tell he was not as big as others I have seen
in the area, but he was still outside the ears and a magnificent animal to
watch. He was also in bow range. He turned broadside and took a few steps down
the trail the doe had taken less than a minute earlier. I came to full draw,
but he stopped with his vitals behind a very poorly placed, trimmed branch
sticking out from the tree. He put his nose down to the tracks and I became
concerned as he began quartering away. He was moving off of her trail and
starting to head down the trail I used to come in. So I took a step to my
right, leaned right, stood as tall as I could and placed the shot. Thwack. I
was aghast at how much arrow was sticking out as he ran for a few seconds. He
stopped and turned as they often do right before they disappear into the woods
forever. But instead of running, he just fell over.
Two deer in about two minutes less than 40 yards from my stand-I have never had hunting work out quite so well!
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My buck, a nice typical 9-point. |
Although field dressing was a bit of a chore with only
one good hand, I was truly thankful for the challenge. Hauling the deer was also
not much fun as the truck was parked 400 yards uphill from the stand. I believe
a game-hauler may be on the Christmas list alongside line-man’s harness.
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Almost... There..... One... More.... Step.... |
I am blessed to have had such a successful season and such
wonderful people to share it with! Although, now I have no excuses not to work
on the house ;-) Good luck this season and thanks for reading!
-Chris
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Success Times Two |