Cant wait to get the pics up myself lol!!! Wife is at work and has the camera. Mother nature flipped the switch and the rut was on yesterday. Seen three differant bucks all with swollen necks. Missed a eight pointer in the morning that was closer than i thought. Had corn husks hanging from his rack. Went back out in the afternoon and at 3:30 seen a beautiful eightpointer standing on the edge of a field in the sun then at 4:40 i here this massive crunching noise coming up on me fast from behind me. I'm sitting on a stool in weeds between a plowed field and a corn field with the outside edges just cut. This buck comes so close i could have wacked him on the ass with a golf club. I stand up quick and do a grunt noise at him and he stops and looks around then he starts walking and i grunt again and he turns a little to the left and i shoot him at ten yards. The blood trail was massive and i thought it was a lung shot by the spray. We followed him about five hundred yards across a cut bean field to a big thicket with a pond. We see where he layed down three times and decided to get out and leave him alone. We give him a hour and go back with lights and get on his trail bloods starting to thin and i get the sick feeling. Buddy says lets let him go and you come back in the morning so i agree and we are walking back to the truck and jump him again by accident. He was laying in a pool of blood which made me happy that he was still pumping and it wasn't drying up. Went back this morning and zig zaged a CRP field in and found him about a half hour. The only other time i was that happy is when my daughter was born. I will post pics to this post tonight. Now its my daughters turn as she still has her tag. Damn i love deer hunting!!!!
I am seriously debating wether I should move my time off this week from wed.,thur., fri. To monday, tues, wed, of next week.
Well, tonight she missed so now she's mad as all get out. :smiley_chinrub:
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned....lol
Zippo for me this evening
Sorry to hear about her miss, Diane. It likely won't be the last, but like anything, you never forget the first. I have so many I can't even remember them all.