Gun season kicked my tail. I enjoyed it, but it was tough to find the deer! I saw one good buck and I think that was Wednesday morning. He went into a standing corn field. I thought I could probably find him in there but had no secured permission. I couldn’t find the landowner until Thursday, so that’s when I went in there. I snuck up on three antlerless, fifteen yards or so, but never did find the big boy.
Mason went out to collect a doe yesterday morning. They didn’t see much from the stand so Caleb walked a thicket for him and he dropped a doe at about 130 yards with the 450.
Today Mason and Caleb tried to bump a buck to me. I saw nothing but does and we covered a good bit of ground. We also checked a camera and found that JR was still alive as of Friday night. I’m pretty sure he’s the buck I saw tuck into the corn Wednesday. Mason suggested we go after him but I told him I didn’t want to in hopes he will make it against all odds... so I called a guy that owns a little patch I have bird hunted. He said it would be fine for us to walk it and shoot a deer.
I told the boys I’m done deer hunting. Mason looked at me with great disappointment. Lol. He knows what happens when “I’m done”. I shoot one and could care less that it likely won’t be a big one. We had two guys needing a deer, Mason took care of one of them yesterday, I was ready to take care of the other guy tonight. He can’t hunt this year due to having had a mild stroke and other issues recently. So off to the pheasant patch we went...
We dropped over a hill and a buck bounced up between Mason and me. I didn’t get a good look at him as I was in cover over my head at the time but did see that he appears fairly wide. I took a few hurried steps forward trying to get a look at the buck. He had bounded over the hill and up the next before I shoulder the gun and let one fly. He took a few more bounds as I chambered another round and foolishly stopped and turned broadside. Bang. He dropped. Mason popped over the hill and asked if he was big.... I said, “nope”. Lol. He gave me a dirty look and took off to see my buck.
Two years in a row I’ve had the pleasure of chasing deer on the last day of gun season with Mason and Caleb. Two years in a row I’ve shot bucks that I would never consider shooting in bow season. And yet again, I had a good time in spite of my own son giving me grief. Lol.
Here’s some pics...it was a fun and exhausting season Now time to get the beagles and bird dogs out!