October 13, 2013
We didn’t make it out in the morning, but the daughter and I headed back to stand that evening about 4:30. We went to a stand I hadn’t hunted yet this year. It’s located west across a small picked corn field from the stand where I sat opening night and had seen several deer. We slowly worked our way up through the thicket covered ridge to the corn field on the top side. I peered out across the field and didn’t see anything, so I stepped on out into the field only to hear a deer blow at me. As I rhetorically asked “what was that?” My daughter quickly informed me there was a doe standing along the tree line, straight south of the stand. Having run off, we went on to the stand.
We hadn’t been in the stand 5 minutes and my daughter saw the doe through the trees heading up the ridge but it never came back out in the open. A short period later we could hear something going through the still standing corn in the bottom behind us. Whatever it was, was not visible and went around us to the north.
A short time later we saw a doe with fawns come out across the field to the east. They were walking around in the field for a little while, moving closer a little at a time, when another deer entered the field. My daughter saw it right away, and exclaims, “A buck! A nice buck!”
The eight point buck worked his way to the doe and was checking her out, and then he turned and walked right towards us. He circled and offered a broadside shot at about 30 yards when the youth model 870 barked and I watched the 20 gauge slug smack him just behind the front leg. He jumped and started running out across the corn stalks as we watched him start to weave and go down.
Excited, we anxiously watched as the buck lie in the stalks. The doe had run off after the shot but the two fawns had stayed in the field, oblivious as to what had transpired. The fawn slowly worked out to the buck, and checked him out, and we couldn’t see any movement. So after about a half hour we climbed down from the stand anxious to see him up close. But we had only taken about 3 steps into the stalks when he lifted his head and looked at us. Now what?
He was father out than I was comfortable at letting her take a follow up shot, and I didn’t want to jump him trying to get close enough for a shot, so we backed out, and went to the truck.
An hour later, about sunset, I decided to go back before darkness took over and see if he had died. But to my dismay, he was gone! I quickly found where he had laid with lots of blood everywhere and there was a trail of blood Ray Charles could have followed going towards the tree line. I followed the trail to the trees, found a trail where he had entered the trees, and was marking the trail, when all of a sudden he jumped up at the bottom of the ridge and started going around the outside edge of the standing corn in the bottom ground. At this point I decided to leave him and return in the morning. It was going to be a sleepless night.
Live to Hunt, Hunt to Live.