I let Mason skip school yesterday to hunt. We started off sitting, but the boredom put us doing small pushes fairly early. It netted us a big fat zero on the farm we were hunting. I never saw so much as a flag, heard nothing take off. That place is empty, it would seem. So, we found our way home to get a drink and shed some clothing. We decided to go across the road from our home. Hoped on the quad and ran three out of a tiny patch of cover while heading back to the woods. Those three deer running got the attention of an apparently bedded buck that stepped out of the woods as they ran by. He was a dandy. I looked him over and I feel comfortable saying he is likely a 140" 8. We watched him run to join the three others and then set up our push. It resulted in nothing, but we did run into the big 8 again, and Mason tried to run him out to me... I would have shot him if Mason would have pushed him to me. It was the first time he has ever been the "driver", and it would have thrilled him to help me kill a deer. Didn't work out, but I did see four more antlerless. That was the end of our Wednesday hunt.
This morning I headed over to the same area. I saw three antlerless right off, three more a short while later. The last three I watched as they headed toward my house. I figured I knew where they were going. I left the farm I was on, headed into town to run a few errands. I spoke with my buddy Dean while I was out running around and mentioned that I may go shoot a deer, for no other reason than I wanted to... I have this shiny new gun after all, and I haven't shot anything with it. I've had it for nearly a full week for Pete's sake! So when I returned home, I loaded up the gun and walked across the road. I snuck up to the thicket where I suspected the three deer from earlier had gone, looked closely with binoculars and couldn't find them. Leaving my glassing point, I had taken two or three slow steps when I heard a deer stand up. Two others bounded a few hops. I hurriedly got the deer in the scope, felt confident it was a big old fat doe, and pulled the trigger. It dropped like a sack. Dang. So far, I like the gun.
I had the deer back to my house, hung and skinned by 1. I think it was about 12 when I walked out of my driveway. Sneaking around with a gun is just fun, and maybe a little bit unfair. I'm ok with not playing fair all the time, at least one week a year.
I think the morning will find me where I was early today. I can see a long way, and I always like that. I don't want to shoot another deer, but that is subject to change at a moment's notice. Lot's of season left, why rush things?