The bottom line. It was a terrific hunt. Had a great time and we all saw bucks.
Yes I got a buck. Here’s the story.
On day six of the season, I had seen quite a few bucks and the numbers seemed to be holding. But, I was a bit worn out when I rose on Thursday. Decided to glass for bucks from the roads.
About 7:30 AM, I spotted three bucks heading up to a mountain top which I was familiar with. I carefully watched as they cleared the rim and took note of the place where they disappeared.
On some occasions I might have gone after the bucks and tried to watch them bed down and then stalk them in their bed. In this case, I decided to conserve my energy and wait until late afternoon to go after them.
About 3:00 PM I parked my truck about a mile from the spot and carefully stayed out of sight of the bucks. After 30 minutes, or maybe and hour, I reached the crest of the hill and stopped to study the area.
Within minutes, a buck appeared to my left. He was walking down wind and cross wind from me. I knew right away I was in a very good position. I raised my range finder and proceeded to range the buck as he neared.
The first range was 60 yards. The next 59 yards, then 42 yards and then 37 yards.
He turned broadside and stepped beside a downed log. There I considered a shot and decided it was good. As I prepared to draw my bow, the buck pawed the ground, circled and circled and laid down.
What a bummer. Now I had no choice but to stand still and ready until the buck stood up. How long would that be?
I found out in almost exactly and hour.
The wind had been steady, coming into my left shoulder. Then, I felt cool air on my right shoulder. The wind was circling and about about to shift direction. I knew the buck would soon get my scent.
That happened almost immediately. I was ready with knocked arrow as the buck stood and looked intently in my direction. But, it did not me.
My fortune was good so far, but the next move was his and it was critical as I didn’t have an open shot where he stood.
Apparently because he could not see me, the buck took two steps forward and again looked in my direction. When he took the first step forward his head went behind a small dead tree and I drew my bow.
With bow draw, he looked directly at me as I place my 30-yard sight pin on the top of his back and released. The buck did not move until my arrow clanked off a rock.
For a moment my heart sank as the sound was probably an indication of a miss.
I struggled up the hill, while dealing with legs that had been motionless for an hour.
When I reached the spot where he had stood, I looked for the arrow hoping that it would be close by.
The arrow was there and it was red. It was the reddest arrow I’ve ever seen. Relieved, I flopped on my back and laid still for what seemed like ten minutes, allowing my body to relax. I knew from the look of the arrow that the deer was probably already dead.
When I stood up I realized that I might be able to see the buck with my field glasses and not have to track him at all. Sure enough, after about five seconds, I saw the buck laying on it’s side.
There is more to tell and I’ll be posting again soon, but I just got home and I’m ready for bed.