ImBillT
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Lot of updates needed! I don’t have time to do a post that contains everything, but I need to post a few things before I forget it all.
None of the deer currently bedding where I can hunt are very good. Saturday morning I set up an ambush where they tend to cross a road to the neighbor’s on their way to bed. It was cloudy and raining lightly, so even 15 minutes into legal hours you could barely see 100yds. Almost 30 minutes into legal hours you could start to see a little more than shadows when glassing so I started scanning. First pass there is a decent buck heading straight toward me at 150-200yds. He’s tall, and has decent backs, but I really can’t tell much at all in the dim light, looking through binos with rain drops on them. I dropped behind a clump of sage brush expecting to hear him coming and be able to see antlers by the time he was within 50-60yds. Enough time passed that I really felt like he should have been there. I started scanning to my sides with my eyes. Nothing. I tried to get my binos out quietly and scan with them. Nothing. I decided I might as well stand slowly. I scanned from right to left, and darn it, 90 degrees to my LEFT(last place I could even look) he’s standing at 50yds and looking straight at me. My mistake had been dropping all the way down and assuming I’d be able to spot him again when he got closer. Had I only dropped low enough that I could still see his antler tips I could possibly have repositioned to my left to have a closer shot, and been hidden enough that he wasn’t alerted. After staring for a few seconds, he took a couple steps toward me, and as he did I eased back down low enough that I could barely see him through the brush. Then me made a side step to try to see me. The light rain was making just enough noise that I felt like I didn’t have to be silent, and the grass was a good 12”-18” tall, so I opted to crawl about 10yds to another small bush. At this point he’s about 35yds away. He keeps trying to get a better look at me and steps so that a fork in a mesquite is covering his face(perhaps he thinks I’m somewhere else), so I use this opportunity to make another 15yds to a new clump of sage brush without having to crawl. He’s broadside, 20yds, and facing me. 15-20yds from the road that he was headed toward. I’m pretty consistent at 18yds. I decide to draw, and as soon as I’m anchored at full draw to lean around the brush and let one fly. When I reach about half draw he turns 180, and starts stotting away, then goes across the road to where he beds on the neighbor’s. I’m pretty confident that he didn’t spook from hearing or seeing me draw, but rather because he had had more than enough of something he couldn’t quite get a good look at. Oh well. On my way out, I checked a camera that had never had pictures of anything but me for almost two months. It actually had quite a few deer on it, and one that was likely the one I almost got a shot at. He has good back forks, and they’re wide, but he actually has fairly narrow main beams and crab claws up front. He’d look very at home next to my other bucks, but this year was the year I was going to hold out for something better since A) I didn’t draw an out of state deer tag, and B) our season has gone from nine days of rifle in the past, to 35 days of archery plus 14 days of rifle. Seeing him in dim light, his back forks made me wanna drop him, but seeing him on camera, I’m glad I didn’t kill that one on day 8.
None of the deer currently bedding where I can hunt are very good. Saturday morning I set up an ambush where they tend to cross a road to the neighbor’s on their way to bed. It was cloudy and raining lightly, so even 15 minutes into legal hours you could barely see 100yds. Almost 30 minutes into legal hours you could start to see a little more than shadows when glassing so I started scanning. First pass there is a decent buck heading straight toward me at 150-200yds. He’s tall, and has decent backs, but I really can’t tell much at all in the dim light, looking through binos with rain drops on them. I dropped behind a clump of sage brush expecting to hear him coming and be able to see antlers by the time he was within 50-60yds. Enough time passed that I really felt like he should have been there. I started scanning to my sides with my eyes. Nothing. I tried to get my binos out quietly and scan with them. Nothing. I decided I might as well stand slowly. I scanned from right to left, and darn it, 90 degrees to my LEFT(last place I could even look) he’s standing at 50yds and looking straight at me. My mistake had been dropping all the way down and assuming I’d be able to spot him again when he got closer. Had I only dropped low enough that I could still see his antler tips I could possibly have repositioned to my left to have a closer shot, and been hidden enough that he wasn’t alerted. After staring for a few seconds, he took a couple steps toward me, and as he did I eased back down low enough that I could barely see him through the brush. Then me made a side step to try to see me. The light rain was making just enough noise that I felt like I didn’t have to be silent, and the grass was a good 12”-18” tall, so I opted to crawl about 10yds to another small bush. At this point he’s about 35yds away. He keeps trying to get a better look at me and steps so that a fork in a mesquite is covering his face(perhaps he thinks I’m somewhere else), so I use this opportunity to make another 15yds to a new clump of sage brush without having to crawl. He’s broadside, 20yds, and facing me. 15-20yds from the road that he was headed toward. I’m pretty consistent at 18yds. I decide to draw, and as soon as I’m anchored at full draw to lean around the brush and let one fly. When I reach about half draw he turns 180, and starts stotting away, then goes across the road to where he beds on the neighbor’s. I’m pretty confident that he didn’t spook from hearing or seeing me draw, but rather because he had had more than enough of something he couldn’t quite get a good look at. Oh well. On my way out, I checked a camera that had never had pictures of anything but me for almost two months. It actually had quite a few deer on it, and one that was likely the one I almost got a shot at. He has good back forks, and they’re wide, but he actually has fairly narrow main beams and crab claws up front. He’d look very at home next to my other bucks, but this year was the year I was going to hold out for something better since A) I didn’t draw an out of state deer tag, and B) our season has gone from nine days of rifle in the past, to 35 days of archery plus 14 days of rifle. Seeing him in dim light, his back forks made me wanna drop him, but seeing him on camera, I’m glad I didn’t kill that one on day 8.
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