Well, what a nice day it turned out to be.
The season started Wednesday and my wife couldn't play hookey to cover for me this year. (yes, work actually is more important sometimes!
) I couldn't get out to put up my blind until Thursday after I dropped the girls off at school. It was one of those days where you know nothing was going to work right. Late start, cranky kids, long drive, etc. I got out to my hunting spot. The spot that I've had to myself for the past 7 years that I've been in the club. Would you believe there was another member signed in on the parcel that I use? I'm used to having the 220 acres to myself. I guess I'm spoiled. I hiked out to my spot with my pop up blind on my back and guess what... he's on MY spot EXACTLY. So as not to ruin his hunt, I dropped my blind and headed off in another direction. Thursday was quiet except for some trespassers conveniently getting "lost" a few hundred yards off state property. I did some scouting and found my NEW spot. Oddly enough I had a stand there already. It was in sight of where I park my truck. I figured I'm set for Saturday.
At 5:45am as I'm ready to roll out to my stand this morning, in come this other guy again. Nicest guy you could meet. We talked until we realized we should get out in the field cuz its almost legal hunt time. I was in my stand when he walked by to go out back to another area. The wind was fierce and I was about sea sick from the swaying pine I was perched in. I sat until about 8:15 until nature called and I couldn't feel my feet. I climbed down and decided to stalk out to where I always have my blind.
It finally made sense to me. This new guy followed the trail of surveyors tape to my spot. As I got there to set up my blind I remembered why I couldn't find my little camp chair. It was leaning next to the tree where I left it last year. I set up my blind and sat in it for about 45 minutes. Meanwhile I'm thinking of the other gate I passed... the upper part of this property where my hunting buddies (by relation actually) always hunted, but they have been out of commission this year. But the gate was opened. I figured I'd take a drive over and see who is there.
I got about 20yds from my blind and I heard a rustle and saw the white fluffy tail bouncing away from me in the thick brush. I drew up my Vanguard in case there were a few of them or in case I could get a round off. Would you believe it? The darned thing made a left turn and doubled back. She stopped about 50 yds away and I had a small shot window and could only see a head and a shoulder. I had no time to put my crosshairs on that shoulder and pull the trigger, but it happened. The thing ran off and I sat there dumbfounded cuz it happened so fast. But one thing I always remember is that I'm the most unreliable witness out there. I am usually miles off when I try to guess where the deer was when I shot and where it went. This time I stood there and marked my spot... examined where my brass fell... looked at where the deer could have been when I fired... I got this. I walked back to the truck and called the wife and told her I'd be a while. Got a drink and a snack and let my heart rate come back to human levels. I went back to the spot I marked and walked in to the place that I swore I shot. How relived it is to find that blood splatter. It was right where it should be and there was a lot of it. About 20 yds from that spot I found my doe.
I hiked back to the truck and what did I find? Tommy. Tommy hasn't been out in 3 years since his boy got hit by a car and died. He's on the phone with John and Johnny. John had his knee replaced in Sept and Johnny, (my buddy who married my cousin) had neck fusion surgery the first week in Oct. I nearly fell over when I found out they were all up hunting today. John always has the highest, most insane tree stands that people with real knees won't use (myself included). He hiked in and was in his stand at sunrise. That's one thing I like about hunting here. Anytime you hear a shot, you'll gather a crowd. Tommy helped gut my kill and get it in my truck. I think he'll be using my blind for a few weeks now because I'm done til muzzeloader season.
So my Vanguard Sporter .243 with handloaded 100gr Nostler Partitions seen to be the ticket. I'm actually kind of embarrassed. I have not shot a rifle since opening day of last year. I spent time painting and bedding stocks but never made it out to the range. This Vannie is the only one I hadn't monkied with this year and I guess maybe there is a reason why. The shot went right behind the front shoulder right where the crosshairs were. Weatherby just makes it too easy!!
Now Jeremy, the new hunter, confessed to ruining my hunt today too.. He said he got about 100ft past my stand where I was all set up and waiting for legal hunting time and spooked a group of deer into the woods. He fessed up and said, "I'm so sorry, man, that was YOUR deer. It was right there waiting for you." That's okay, there's meat in the freezer and I got a new friend and the old bunch are still kicking.... come hell or high water... its hunting season.