A few weeks ago I had a day off and decided that though my paperwork for my business is behind, my house is a mess, my laundry needed to be washed, that I would rather be in the woods--imagine that. 
So here is a story that of my day.
Date: Tuesday Oct. 24th
4:45 am...my alarm goes off and I managed to clamber from bed, after 5:00, cook some oatmeal, shower, dress, then head out to the National Forest for a morning hunt.
7:00 (thirty mins later then usual) I'm in, scrape scent is out, acrons are falling around me, and I'm in my blind set up and ready to go...ready to go...ready to go...ready to go...Calling, Calling, Calling, (With the Primos Doe In Heat Bleat)
9:30 A legal deer: Etiher LARGE six point or GOOD size Eight comes crashing out of the edge, about 70 yards in front of me, down the hill, across the creek, and past my blind where he stops behind it. I mean he's running FULL OUT. I grab my bow and have it ready, he just needs to step in front of me. Not moving, breath held, I wait....
Then he runs FULL OUT back down the hill, across the creek, back up the hill, and into the edge. I'm grabbing doe bleats and grunt calls. Trying to conjole and threaten him back in...No Such Luck.
10:00 I think I hear something rubbing a tree about 80 yards in front of me but out of sight...grunt a bit, try a bleat, nothing.
10:15: Decide to make a morning hunt into an all day hunt, I don't have to work, so why not?
10:50: Go to grab water and peanuts and realize that I have left my water in the car. *slaps forehead* 'DUH'
11:00: Back at my car, with just my hunter orange, cell phone, and book, and run into a small town--as in one gas station and a laundry mat small, and call Jeremy to tell him the story and let him know I'm going back out and where to meet me when his afternoon hunt is over. (he had to work that morning.) Ate a sandwitch then headed back to my stand.
12:00 Back in Stand ready to go..ready to go...ready to go...ready to go...
6:00 Book is down, I'm half asleep, when I hear small light steps to my left. I slowly turn my head and there is a little nubbin' buck eating acrons and giving me all kinds of shots. Normally I wouldn't shoot one, being a QDMA member, but this little buck looked starved, which he shouldn't be this time of year. You could count his ribs and his hip bones were jutting bad, reminded me of a Calvin Klien model. So I'm thinking if he was legal to shoot i would do it for mercy, and to see if I could find out anything on why he would look that way.
*Just for a note. On Davey Crockett National Forest a nubbin' is considered legal, falls under antlerless. I just did not realize that b/c I've had years of Lease rules drummed in my head.*
6:10 he wanders off but I keep my bow ready hoping Mama, Cousin, Big Sister, Father, ANY of his older family members would be around and want some supper too.
6:20 Something starts Snorting me from probaly a hundred yards in front and to the side of me, then walks a Large U around my blind snorting before wandering off. Boy am I ******!!!!!!
7:00 11 Hours later I leave the blind and meet Jeremy at designated spot to find out he had no luck either.
Since this I have invested in a Climbing Tree Stand, the Wolverine from Walmart, and as of yesterday I climbed Hunting Hieght in it for the first time. Now I've always been a box stand or blind hunter because of my phobia of being higher off the ground then my own hieght. So this is was a real deal for me and now I can't wait to try to hunt out of it.
So here is a story that of my day.Date: Tuesday Oct. 24th
4:45 am...my alarm goes off and I managed to clamber from bed, after 5:00, cook some oatmeal, shower, dress, then head out to the National Forest for a morning hunt.
7:00 (thirty mins later then usual) I'm in, scrape scent is out, acrons are falling around me, and I'm in my blind set up and ready to go...ready to go...ready to go...ready to go...Calling, Calling, Calling, (With the Primos Doe In Heat Bleat)
9:30 A legal deer: Etiher LARGE six point or GOOD size Eight comes crashing out of the edge, about 70 yards in front of me, down the hill, across the creek, and past my blind where he stops behind it. I mean he's running FULL OUT. I grab my bow and have it ready, he just needs to step in front of me. Not moving, breath held, I wait....
Then he runs FULL OUT back down the hill, across the creek, back up the hill, and into the edge. I'm grabbing doe bleats and grunt calls. Trying to conjole and threaten him back in...No Such Luck.
10:00 I think I hear something rubbing a tree about 80 yards in front of me but out of sight...grunt a bit, try a bleat, nothing.
10:15: Decide to make a morning hunt into an all day hunt, I don't have to work, so why not?
10:50: Go to grab water and peanuts and realize that I have left my water in the car. *slaps forehead* 'DUH'
11:00: Back at my car, with just my hunter orange, cell phone, and book, and run into a small town--as in one gas station and a laundry mat small, and call Jeremy to tell him the story and let him know I'm going back out and where to meet me when his afternoon hunt is over. (he had to work that morning.) Ate a sandwitch then headed back to my stand.
12:00 Back in Stand ready to go..ready to go...ready to go...ready to go...
6:00 Book is down, I'm half asleep, when I hear small light steps to my left. I slowly turn my head and there is a little nubbin' buck eating acrons and giving me all kinds of shots. Normally I wouldn't shoot one, being a QDMA member, but this little buck looked starved, which he shouldn't be this time of year. You could count his ribs and his hip bones were jutting bad, reminded me of a Calvin Klien model. So I'm thinking if he was legal to shoot i would do it for mercy, and to see if I could find out anything on why he would look that way.
*Just for a note. On Davey Crockett National Forest a nubbin' is considered legal, falls under antlerless. I just did not realize that b/c I've had years of Lease rules drummed in my head.*
6:10 he wanders off but I keep my bow ready hoping Mama, Cousin, Big Sister, Father, ANY of his older family members would be around and want some supper too.
6:20 Something starts Snorting me from probaly a hundred yards in front and to the side of me, then walks a Large U around my blind snorting before wandering off. Boy am I ******!!!!!!
7:00 11 Hours later I leave the blind and meet Jeremy at designated spot to find out he had no luck either.
Since this I have invested in a Climbing Tree Stand, the Wolverine from Walmart, and as of yesterday I climbed Hunting Hieght in it for the first time. Now I've always been a box stand or blind hunter because of my phobia of being higher off the ground then my own hieght. So this is was a real deal for me and now I can't wait to try to hunt out of it.
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