Pucky Freak
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Congrats! Yearling buck, maybe?I spent about 3 hours walking around yesterday walking in some public ground nearby. I’ve tried to make it a point over the last week and a half to visit public hunting spots within an hour drive. I wish I could share some pictures that do it justice, but there’s some really neat places here in NE Iowa that weren’t wiped flat by the glaciers.
After the hiking, I went to a local farm and planned to sit along a fields edge. I got there a little late, and by the time I got to where I wanted to sit there was already a doe 8n the field. I decided to make a sneak, and had a pretty good path since it was in a bit of a valley and the NW wind was in my favor. I walked south and west to stay hidden, and then progressed up to the edge of the timber. I bear crawled to within 60 yards but couldn’t go any farther without it spotting me.
I laid there watching her, and she stopped feeding and walked further towards me and lower into the valley. I started crawling again and got to 40 yards and was waiting for her to turn broadside. She looked up straight at me, and realized something wasn’t right. She took about 4 jogging steps up the hill away from me, and stopped broadside. It was a perfect shot so I took it.
Lots of smoke, and I was pretty sure I hit her but I’m never confident with this gun. I decided to reload, and when I did I saw my rear sight was flipped partway down. I wasn’t sure if it was like that when I shot, or if I did it when I stood up. Dang it. I went to the hill where she was and started looking for blood.
I looked and looked but couldn’t find any. I started walking towards where she likely entered the woods, and found a drop of blood. Once in the woods, there was another drop where she jumped over a log. Ten more yards, and she came into view piled up on the trail. I was super happy to find her. Only problem was she was a he, and had already dropped his antlers.