Thanksgiving Day Buck
Thanksgiving morning my alarm went off at 4:45am. Just like every other morning this hunting season I had no trouble getting up, woke up ready to hit the woods. I made some coffee, got dressed and tried to get all my gear together without waking up the wife and kids.
It was cold when I got outside, around 20 degrees with an ENE wind. I drove the 3.5 miles down the road from my house to our new house and got there around 5:45. When I pulled into the driveway I cut the lights and tried to drive back as quiet as I could. I parked next to the house and quietly got my stuff out of the truck.
I have a trail that goes back to my stand by the creek but to use that I’d have to walk by the blind and corn pile I set up for my daughter. I figured there might be deer there and didn’t want to spook them but I didn’t want to try to make my own trail through the woods either so I decided to chance it and walk by the blind. The leaves were crunching no matter how slow I walked so as I got close to the blind I heard a few deer trot away. Oops.
I made my way back to the stand and climbed up, got settled in. I was expecting the deer to come from the east across the creek and hopefully down my trail. I kept looking over that way and had most of my attention there but never saw anything moving. A coyote howled to my north and then another responded to my south. Great. I bumped some deer on the way in and now coyotes are howling.
At about 7:20 I saw a deer to my west heading towards the creek. It looked like the deer was heading the opposite direction of my stand but then turned and started coming right towards me. It was plenty light enough to see up close but at the distance I couldn’t see a rack yet. The deer kept coming, went into a thicket and popped out right by the creek 35 yards from my stand.
I could immediately see a rack now that he was closer but thought to myself “he looks kind of small”. I watched him take a few more steps and he turned his head so I could see his rack was just about as wide as his ears. He came closer and stopped again. I sort of shrugged and thought “he’s big enough”. The thought of passing on this deer after so many others and then coming back out again and again waiting for a bigger one just wasn’t appealing anymore. How long will it take to get another chance at a big one this year? Rut seems to be winding down, got stuff to do at work, need to spend time with the family, gun season is in 4 days etc. the buck just stood there broadside at 20 yards while I thought about all this and watched him. Yep. I’m gonna shoot him.
He took one or two more steps and then stopped again. I leaned forward just to have a little more clearance around the branch that was in between me and him, put the crosshair right next to his shoulder and squeezed the trigger.
The buck immediately spun around and started going back the way he came. His tail was tucked down tight and he was struggling to run. I watched him go up to the creek then he turned right and I lost sight of him. Listened for a crash but didn’t hear anything.
With the cold and the adrenaline I wanted to climb down immediately but waited. I checked my phone and it was 7:30 so I decided to wait until 8 then go quietly check out the shot site.
That half hour seemed to take forever. It was finally 8:00 so I went to where he was standing. No blood, no arrow. I could see the leaves turned over where he spun around but that was it. I started walking his trail and saw a few drops of blood then a few more. A little blood up on a tree, little more on the ground. I was starting to wonder if i got him, turned the corner and there he was.
The arrow did not pass through completely. The entrance and exit wounds were plugged with the arrow and all the blood I saw was coming out of his mouth. So there he was, about 50 yards or less from where I shot him.
I texted a few people from TOO and then went home to warm up and tell the kids. We had the deer hanging up in a tree by 10:00 ready to relax and eat some turkey.
No regrets at all. I hunted my butt off this season and even though I was looking for something a little bigger I was ready to call it quits. Very happy with my buck and the meat we have now.
I’ll still be out hunting a doe and trying to get my daughter a buck but the pressure is off. The rest of the season can be spent relaxing, enjoying the outdoors and hunting with my daughter. So, the season is far from over. I just put an end to one part of it.