First off, let me say that last weekend was youth weekend so I did not get to go. I had alot of work to catch up on after being out for three weeks and it kept me bogged down through Wednesday. However, I took Thursday and got some hunting in. This is when the story begins:
I sat down in the stand right at shooting light and thought, 'I oughta turn the can over a couple of times.' So I did, and with in seconds I hear a grunt and the leaves crunching under hooves of what I hope is Mr. Big. The buck worked his way in and it was a 2.5 year old 5 point, I actually have a picture posted of this deer from last year below. He looks indentical to what he did last year except alot taller. He eventually made his way into the thicket and disappeared. About an hour passed and all of the sudden the sound of leaves again over my left shoulder and for the next 20 minutes or so I listened to a buck hounding some does. They eventually made their way by my stand, but before the buck came out into the open I got busted by one of the girls and the show was over. Another hour passed and I was about to get down when I caught some movement up the road about 75 yards. It was a group of doe, 8 to be exact. One of which made the mistake of crossing my shooting lane at 20 steps. I let the arrow go and hit her a little bit high. I waited for about 30 minutes climbed down and went to investigate the scene. There was good blood, not great blood, but good blood. So I decided to take my time and ease through the woods in search of her. A mile and a half later she walked into the thickest junk I have ever tried to get in in my life. She got in to deep and I never found her. She is dead, there is not doubt in my mind, but sad.
Friday, got a call from my good buddy Jeff, and he invited me to go out to one of his spots. As reliving this story is painful, I will just say that I had a shot at a wall hanger, monster 8, and hit him poorly because of a wayward branch that went unnoticed by my naked eye.
Monday Morning I sat in the pouring rain for 3 hours and saw 7 deer, 6 bucks, 2 of which were shooters. Nothing came within range, but it was still a fun morning.
If you want more details about the big 8 who has haunted my dreams since friday, give me a call or post a comment.