Well, son of a bitch, I missed a great buck tonight. I'll get to that in a second...
This morning I had a wide 8 point working a trail above me. He stopped to make a few rubs, but never responded to any calls. Another buck about the same time came down from that trail and skirted the inner edge of a thicket. I never did see how big he was. The final buck of the morning snuck through below me at the lake edge. He looked good, but wasn't positive. Also had 3 doe come by and tyehy were the only ones that were in range.
This evening I hunted the field edge in search of Outback or the Texas 9. What happened was totally off the script. At about 4:30 I catch movement in the tall weeds about 75 yards to my left. It's a tall racked 6 point. I figure I'll mess with him a bit as he is heading toward the swampy lake in the middle of the field. I grunt at him. He looks my way, but never respnds. Just then I hear a grunt come from behind me down in this steep bowl. I can hear footsteps, but can't find the buck in the thick stuff. I grunt, he grunts, I grunt, he grunts, I grunt... nothing. He shuts up... so do I. It's now a waiting game to see what buck is doing the grunting. I hear nothing for about 30 minutes. I finally decide to tickle the horns a little. Knowing that buck is down there somewhere just standing, I hide the horns in front of my legs and lightly rattle. As soon as I finsh about a 1 minute sequence I hear walking again. It seems to be heading up the hill to my left, then nothing.
Finally at about 5:20 I catch movement where I first saw the 6 point. It's a buck and a big one at that. A real tall 9 point (bigger than the Texas 9) with 5" brows and a sticker off his right G2 is scanning the field for what was making the ruckus. I quickly hit the grun tube and he looks my direction. He does a 90 degree turn and heads right for me. It's on! He starts angling my way then makes another turn so he's walking broadside. He passes behind a big cluster of multiflora and I draw. He makes way into a shooting lane at what I estimate to be 35 yards. BAAP! He freezes... I release. He bounds away down toward the lake and stops and looks back. Did I miss him? I look through thye binos and he appears fine.
I hit the grunt call. He lowers his head and starts back. Time for a second chance. I nock another arrow as he closes the distance. He then starts to veer to my right... no shot. He stops about 60 yards away and starts thrashing trees. I grunt... he stops... he snort wheezes, and starts thrashing again. In my mind I'm thinking, "are you fucking kidding me????"
I snort wheeze and he stops thrashing and turns for the woods. By now it is pretty damn dark and even if he came closer I wouldn't be able to shoot. As I am climbing down my stand I can hear him grunitng and walking toward my stand inside the woodline. There is a small hillside and thicket between us, so I hurried down the tree and got out before he pinpointed me.
I had my chance at a great 9 pointer and blew it. I'm not sure if I missed high or low because I never even saw my arrow fly. It was just before last shooting time and, although I could see him fine in my sights, I just didn;t see the flight of the arrow (time for lighted nocks). If I had to guess, with him in an open field, I probably misjudged the distance and he was more like 40 or 50 yards. I have all the trees around me measured out with a range finder, but there is nothing to guage the open field. I messed up... bottom line.
I'm sick about it, but at least I didn't put a bad hit on him. It's been a rough couple of days. Kody hit one that we lost and I flat out missed.
Back at it in the morning!
Hours on stand: 51.5
AM Sits: 5
PM Sits: 9
All Day Sits: 3
Bucks: 17
Doe: 29
Shooters: 4 plus 1 borderline
Harvests: 1 (Klay)
Coyotes: 1
Idiots: 1