Like I had posted earlier, I was awaiting the arrival of Rugersingle, who finally made it to my place at 13:50. We did a quick unload of his truck and a reload of his “stuff” into my truck, and brother this man has no concept of keeping things light. We decided to have Rugersingle sit at the “lease” blind and I’d head to my usual haunt.
I was the first one to make a deer sighting with a lonely looking member of the “spoon and forkhorn” club strolling by. Shortly there after Rugersingle reports he’s having a close encounter of the cervid kind when this young buck,
cornered a doe in the piece of bush where his blind is located, at times the buck and or the doe were so close he had to cease all movement in the blind (< 5 yds.)
Then with about 10 minutes of light left in the day a full sized doe just sort of floats out from behind one of the old brush piles, she crosses further east than most deer will cross on this stand at around 150 yds. She doesn’t look hurried, but just hops the fence and carries on walking.
I keep pretty vigilant watching the brush piles now, incase she had a boyfriend with her, about 4-5 minutes pass, and whoa, there’s a shape moving on my side of the brush pile, up go the binoculars, it’s a buck, and does he look fine!
He gets clear of the brush pile, and is now silhouetted against the snow covered ground, and through the scope he looks even finer! He approaches the fence and I’m locked on him, as he begins to squat in preparation to jump the fence, I squeeze the trigger on the Ruger American, .243 Win, and send a reloaded 100 gr. SPBT Gameking on its way, the buck’s hind end droops, then his front end crashes, and he tips over in his left side, does a bit of kicking, and then lays still. I send a couple texts to Rugersingle, and the landowner, when I look up there’s another buck about the same size as the one that’s got Rugersingle pinned down, he’s all fussed up with the other buck just laying there, he finally does a 180 and leaves. I pack my gear up, and hot leg it for the truck. I’ve elected to go get Rugersingle, the drive in from the east side and grab my deer.
I do the couple road miles over to Rugersingle position and my driving in, blows the buck and doe which had him hunkered down, out. I have to now wait for him to pack up all his “stuff” and waddle over to the truck, we drive it back to the scene of “ the incident”,
slap a tag on “Terry” (Rugersingle loves to nickname deer), flop him in the calf toboggan, tie his head back, dally the toboggan to the trailer ball, and head outta the crossing.
About half way to the place I want to take pictures and gut this buck, we stop to download some adrenaline and wouldn’t ya know it, “Terry” ain’t with us, the toboggan is, but no “Terry”!
We zip up, turn around re trace our tracks and find “Terry” about 2/3 of the way to our rest stop. We reload him, strap him in with a ratchet strap this time, and carry on.
We get to my quiet spot to do some pictures, and the deed.
Here’s the view “Terry” gave me on the line.
No other view was presented.
can’t wait to see more
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