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Long story short, slayed some deer this weekend. I'll let the proper death-dealers write their own account of their stories. But as for mine....
...what had happened was....(you know a story is gonna be good if it starts off like that!)
...one of my Auburn buddies (named Buddy...go figure) arrived at PrimeTime at 2am sunday morning after prior obligations (aka THE MAN) held him down. We wake up and decide to hunt a relatively untouched area that we have no stands or roads on. Away from the greenfields and commonly (human) traveled area. Light rain and heavy, low fog greets us as the sun makes a feeble attempt to rise. Squirrels are everywhere and I just couldnt help but keep myself entertained by watching them. Funny critters. Anyways, 7:40 rolls around and I am glancing in front of me and about 40 yards distant, somewhere between 4 and 6 deer (moving too fast to sex them) move from east to west along a ridge like grey ghosts. I text Buddy something along the lines of "what the hell are you doing spooking those deer? cut it out so i can slay some ass" 10 minutes later, I hear a THWACK! and turn to my left where Buddy was up in a climber about 30 yards from me, and I see 3 bucks (aVERY healthy looking young 4 point (inside spreadof about 15 inches...he'll be nice in a couple years), a great looking 6, and a big boy-continue to read)tear out of the creek bottom, including one with an arrow hanging out of its side. I CONSERVATIVELY called this deer's weight at 200 and his rack at an honest 145. More points than I could count at his hurried rate, but from the side, his main beams extended all the way to his snout. We stay in the stand for about 20 minutes (not NEARLY long enough) more and then we both got down at the same time and when I saw the grin on his face, his expressionconfirmed what my eyes had witnessed. Well we find no blood where he was initially telling me to look (he arrowed this deer at about 17 yards) but I knew exactly where the buck was heading and I walked up the ridge back to the road we came off of, and I found freshly stirred up leaves...and a couple of seconds later, RED GOLD. It was on. Long story short, we tracked this deer across our whole property and well into our neighbors, easily a distance of over a mile, and as the sun continued to climb high into the sky, it began to really dry out some of the blood and really created a harsh glare on the leaves, making it all the more difficult to discover blood. We were on our hands and knees. By far the best trackers I have ever seen are in the forms of 9 year old boys; Roger and Dylan, sons of forum members Jaster and David Ridenour. If not for them, we wouldn't have gotten half as far as we did. We decided to call the search after like 5 hours. Absolutely displeased with the way that story ended. Oh well...good thing is, he is definately not the biggest buck I have seen in the last 2 weeks of hunting; but it would have been nice to hang him up in the barn tonight...good luck to all my hunters coming up in the next few weeks. And do NOT bring climbers or I will be forced to put you on my "honeyholes" and then you'll really be batting in the big leagues...
...what had happened was....(you know a story is gonna be good if it starts off like that!)
...one of my Auburn buddies (named Buddy...go figure) arrived at PrimeTime at 2am sunday morning after prior obligations (aka THE MAN) held him down. We wake up and decide to hunt a relatively untouched area that we have no stands or roads on. Away from the greenfields and commonly (human) traveled area. Light rain and heavy, low fog greets us as the sun makes a feeble attempt to rise. Squirrels are everywhere and I just couldnt help but keep myself entertained by watching them. Funny critters. Anyways, 7:40 rolls around and I am glancing in front of me and about 40 yards distant, somewhere between 4 and 6 deer (moving too fast to sex them) move from east to west along a ridge like grey ghosts. I text Buddy something along the lines of "what the hell are you doing spooking those deer? cut it out so i can slay some ass" 10 minutes later, I hear a THWACK! and turn to my left where Buddy was up in a climber about 30 yards from me, and I see 3 bucks (aVERY healthy looking young 4 point (inside spreadof about 15 inches...he'll be nice in a couple years), a great looking 6, and a big boy-continue to read)tear out of the creek bottom, including one with an arrow hanging out of its side. I CONSERVATIVELY called this deer's weight at 200 and his rack at an honest 145. More points than I could count at his hurried rate, but from the side, his main beams extended all the way to his snout. We stay in the stand for about 20 minutes (not NEARLY long enough) more and then we both got down at the same time and when I saw the grin on his face, his expressionconfirmed what my eyes had witnessed. Well we find no blood where he was initially telling me to look (he arrowed this deer at about 17 yards) but I knew exactly where the buck was heading and I walked up the ridge back to the road we came off of, and I found freshly stirred up leaves...and a couple of seconds later, RED GOLD. It was on. Long story short, we tracked this deer across our whole property and well into our neighbors, easily a distance of over a mile, and as the sun continued to climb high into the sky, it began to really dry out some of the blood and really created a harsh glare on the leaves, making it all the more difficult to discover blood. We were on our hands and knees. By far the best trackers I have ever seen are in the forms of 9 year old boys; Roger and Dylan, sons of forum members Jaster and David Ridenour. If not for them, we wouldn't have gotten half as far as we did. We decided to call the search after like 5 hours. Absolutely displeased with the way that story ended. Oh well...good thing is, he is definately not the biggest buck I have seen in the last 2 weeks of hunting; but it would have been nice to hang him up in the barn tonight...good luck to all my hunters coming up in the next few weeks. And do NOT bring climbers or I will be forced to put you on my "honeyholes" and then you'll really be batting in the big leagues...