Soooo... I fudged up royally tonight. We had been finally getting patterns at our feeder and starting to get daylight pics. No great bucks, but a couple spikes. A four point and some doe. Every once in awhile a decent 7 but only at night. But, we are in the mindset of if it's brown it's down now. So we have our minds and plans set, we are going to sit at the feeder.
However, we pull in and the property owner, who is also feeding the deer, says that right after we left last night the nice 8 we've been after was at his food at 5:30. So, he talks us into this other spot behind his house. We sit down and not 5 minutes later we hear loud music. There are houses within 300 yards and somebody was cranking out "I will survive". Kind of ironic.
From this spot to our feeder isn't too far so I tell my dad to take a walk over the ridge and take a peak at the feeder through the binos. He signals back that there are two deer there.
Off we go! The stalk is on. Kody and I leave my dad behind and we begin the sneak down the hill and around with the wind in our face.
We get within 70 yards staying behind the thickets and stop. The 4 point is in sight. I get kody ready to shoot, but he can't see through the last thicket between us and them. I can see over it, but he's too short.
Just then I see two heads lift up a little further off, maybe about 20 yards past the 4 point. It's the 8 and the 7. I can see them but kody can't. Sumbitch!!!
We try moving closer but the 4 point busted us and it was all over.
Damn it! I was jacked. Jacked at myself for not going with my gut instinct and jacked for letting somebody who doesn't hunt talk me into doing something I knew wasn't the right move. One more try tomorrow. We will be by that feeder. I just hope we didn't booger it up and I hope they are moving during the storm because that is when we will be out. After school and one more try.
