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One perk of working for a global company is the fact you have the opportunity to meet people from all over the world. This hunt would be on a coworkers 1100 acre wheat and milo farm in west central Kansas.
I had applied for and drawn a mule deer permit because my coworker said he commonly sees mulies on the property. Unfortunately, the mulies were not using his farm at this time but I did get to see this herd every time I drove past this one farm. I stopped in the road and took this quick picture.
The amount of deer we would see from stand was unbelievable and I didn’t even try to keep count. The rut was just starting and I watched a few different bucks scent checking does, making rubs, and scraping.
He sure was a pretty deer. At my dad’s place in Monroe county with my recurve in hand I would have shot this guy in a heartbeat but this is KANSAS.
Here he is after he worked a scrape 45 yards away.
A couple of small bucks sparring up on the wheat field.
A frosty morning with no wind. A rarity in Kansas.
In the year we had to look forward to this trip my dad and I had a lot of conversations about what deer we would shoot and what we would pass. I said if I couldn’t shoot a mulie, a whitetail would have to be 140 or bigger. I picked my bow up when I first saw this guy but forced myself to hang it up and just take his picture. I guessed him to be about a 135. He would make a reappearance later in the hunt.
A view from my stand. The wheat field is at the top of the hill.
I had applied for and drawn a mule deer permit because my coworker said he commonly sees mulies on the property. Unfortunately, the mulies were not using his farm at this time but I did get to see this herd every time I drove past this one farm. I stopped in the road and took this quick picture.
The amount of deer we would see from stand was unbelievable and I didn’t even try to keep count. The rut was just starting and I watched a few different bucks scent checking does, making rubs, and scraping.
He sure was a pretty deer. At my dad’s place in Monroe county with my recurve in hand I would have shot this guy in a heartbeat but this is KANSAS.
Here he is after he worked a scrape 45 yards away.
A couple of small bucks sparring up on the wheat field.
A frosty morning with no wind. A rarity in Kansas.
In the year we had to look forward to this trip my dad and I had a lot of conversations about what deer we would shoot and what we would pass. I said if I couldn’t shoot a mulie, a whitetail would have to be 140 or bigger. I picked my bow up when I first saw this guy but forced myself to hang it up and just take his picture. I guessed him to be about a 135. He would make a reappearance later in the hunt.
A view from my stand. The wheat field is at the top of the hill.
