The Wisconsin gun season started slow at our deer camp. As we headed back to the cabin
after Thanksgiving dinner, we only had two deer tagged and neither had antlers. After
another uneventful morning on Friday, I decided to hunt a brassica food plot in the
afternoon. I thought I’d at least see does and I was ready to fill the freezer.
It was nearing 4 and the food plot was still quiet. I heard something
approaching across the field from the west just after 4. A couple minutes
later, a doe hopped out into the field with a six-point buck right on her
tail. The buck stayed on the edge of the food plot as the doe ate. I brought
my gun up to check out the buck’s rack in the scope. It was a basket six. I
decided to pass. As I brought my gun down, the buck turned into the woods
and bounded away. Busted. The doe looked over, but stayed in the field.
I watched the doe eat for about 10 minutes as she made her way closer to me.
If she continued about 10 more feet, she’d be clear of the hanging branch on
my right and I’d have a broadside shot at about 40 yards. Perfect. I was
going to take her. As I waited for the right moment, I noticed the doe kept
looking back towards where the buck had run into the forest. I decided to
wait and see if another deer came out. Sure enough. About a minute later, I
could hear something on the edge of the food plot and spotted movement. I
saw antlers and I thought it was the basket six again.
As the buck walked along the edge of the food plot in the sticks, I got
glimpses of his antlers and could tell he was bigger than the buck I saw
earlier. I raised my gun and found him in my scope. He was about 100 yards
out and wasn’t coming out into the open. There was only about five minutes
of shooting time left so I decided to pick my spot and take the shot. I
found an opening, fired and watched the buck run into the woods on the same
trail he came out on.
The blood trail ended only about 50 yards into the woods. We looked for an
hour, but decided to look again in the morning since we were at a dead end.
After a restless night, we continued the search shortly after sunrise and
found the buck laying less than 50 yards away from where we quit looking the
The camp was in high spirits that night. Nothing turns around a slow season
like a nice buck.