Eight Pointer 11-18-13
Looks like Lady Luck smiled upon me one more time. That's fine, I'll take luck any time I can get it. I decided not to sit in my tree stand today. It is an excellent travel cooridor located between main bedding and feeding areas. Perfect spot for an evening ambush. Yet, I decided not to sit there. My main train of thought being, it's the rut. I wanna see, I wanna call. Not to mention, as we all know, the deer just seem to take to the open more in early to mid-November. I nestled up against a tree, in the middle of a field, on the ground. Something that if you know me, you know I am not terribly fond of ground hunting. After a while of not seeing any deer I concede today is just not my day and decide on leaving a little early. One last look to the north changed my mind in a hurry. What's that blob? That's not a deer is it? I honestly couldn't tell until it lifted its head and looked in my direction. It's a buck! Nice. I got settled back in and I'll be a you-know-what if that thing didn't come to me on a string. It gets about fifteen yards and as I position my bow for the shot I hit the brush, making noise. Crap! I'm busted...or not. He stares at me a minute and then looks away, that's when I draw. Now only ten yards away and staring right at me, I shoot. Smoked him! Heart shot. 4:15. Found him piled up where he couldn't even hop the fence maybe 75 yards away. Another one bites the dust, and I'm all bucked out before the shotgun season. Not sure if this one is quite a Pope and Young but I'll take him any day. Gonna measure him when I get home, pics honestly don't do this one justice, but what can you do. He's honestly not that much smaller than the 10, but o well. He'll eat good. I'll post pics shortly
Wishin' I was fishin'