October 27, 2013
A clear, cold, calm morning, and running just a little late, I was walking into the campground stand as it was breaking light. There was a heavy frost and I was crunching leaves under foot as I made my way across the small open CRP field in a cutout of the timber that leads to my stand.
I was almost across the field when I heard a crash in the stand of willows that runs in front of my stand to the south and figured I just jumped a bedded deer. But after taking a few more steps I was still hearing the noise and stopped to look a little closer. About 40 yards away I could see the silhouette of a deer with its head down that appeared to be rubbing a tree. Then all of a sudden another deer between my stand and I took off running through the willows, and the first deer raised it head to see what was going on. It looked around for a few seconds and then lowered its head to address what I can now make out to be a second deer and the locked antlers and started sparring again. I watched for a minute or so and then standing in the open decided to try and take a few more steps to gain some cover. Well, I had only taken a few steps when they both raised their heads and stared right at me. They watched for a few moments and then turned and bounded away. I finished my walk to stand and was strapped in by 6:55am.
About 7:10 a heard something to my east and hear came another buck, he had a nice right side but a large spike on the left side. He skirted the edge of the timber about 40 yards to my east, and bedded down 50 yards over my left shoulder. While he was a decent sized deer and probably a good cull, I only get two bucks a year and things are just starting to heat up. I have several vacation days coming up and didn’t want to burn a tag on him this early. So I made the decision he wasn’t a shooter should he present a shot. Not 10 minutes later a 4th buck, a small 6 point, came bounding in from the east, and trotted by right in front of my stand at about 15 yards, never stopping.
The bedded buck then decided to get up and see what was going on, walked back towards me skirting the timber, turned and walked right in to my shooting lane. He stopped and checked out my game cam, obviously knowing it is there, turned and walked in front of me, stopped to paw at a scrap and freshen a licking branch and then walked off to the west. It’s 7:45 and it has been action packed.
About 8:10 I see two does coming in through the CRP field, and then I catch a little 4 point in the timber over my right shoulder watching them. As they got closer he went to meet them, sticking his nose up one’s butt and turning her in circles. All of a sudden another deer, who I could never see clearly, came running in across the field and ran them all off. I assume it was also a buck.
8:30 rolls around and from the east comes a nice doe with a button buck. They are working right to me and I’m thinking, finally, when about then she turns and circles around behind me. The button of course walks right in front of me, but the doe comes in from over my left shoulder and at about 6 yards from my tree, evidently winds me, and bounds to the outside of the tree line to my east. This scared the button who jumps and goes west of me 40 yards. She circles around and is coming down right where the button had walked, as she passes behind a big cotton wood I anchor at full draw, and exiting the west side of the tree she turns and walks right at me, offering no shot. All I need is her to take one step to the side, and again she jumps and runs off through the willows taking button with her.
A little later I saw one more deer walk by on the outside of the willows. About 9:30. I couldn’t feel my toes anymore, and my morning coffee was pushing through, so I climbed down, switched cards in my game cam and headed out. It was a beautiful morning and a great hunt. The movement appears to be picking up.
Here’s a video of the one I passed… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sJdeS-5V ... e=youtu.be
In the evening, I returned to the stand on the ditch I had hunted Thursday and Friday. I had a doe and button come from the south. They crossed the corn stalks, went into the creek bottom and then walked in the creek for about 60 yards before coming up on my side. They worked around in the bottom for a while before going back across the creek and feeding out into the cornstalks at dusk. It wasn’t near as eventful as the morning.
Live to Hunt, Hunt to Live.