Zach and I went out in hopes of killing a really annoying old doe that always circles and busts us before coming into our setup. I thought we'd outsmart her for sure tonight. NW wind was bad for our usual setup, so I put Zach out with his rifle. He snuck in and found a spot to set up downwind from the trail leading to the feeder and hid in some brush, just sitting on the ground.
I went to another setup that we have for a north wind. The blind is on the north side of a stock tank, so deer can't come straight in from the south. The blind is about 15 yards from the water, with some thick brush in between. There are no trails or any sign of deer coming into the setup from the water, so I felt good about it.
Well, at about sundown I hear a stomp about 10' behind me and then a doe blowing, RIGHT behind my dang popup.
That you-know-what circled to the water and was coming in from down wind through the thickest crap there is around this setup. She stood out there behind and to the side of the blind from 35 to 50 yards stomping and snorting for 15 minutes before she finally left. I should have brought a rifle with me. I could have shot through some brush and got her. Windows on the blind were zipped up, and there was too much brush to shoot an arrow through.
Zach texted me and said he hadn't seen anything at all. I told him the doe that I was hoping he'd get just left my setup. He asked if he should stalk over toward my area, but I told him to just sit tight and wait to see if she went his way. About 10 minutes later, I heard him shoot. I started a text to him when my phone rang. It was him telling me that he shot an 8-point. Zach was laying on the ground in the broom weed when the buck walked by at 20 yards. His gun was leaning against a mesquite, so he was pinned down. As the buck walked on by - downwind of Zach - he was able to get to his rifle. The buck saw movement and turned to look at him at about 65 yards, and Zach put a bullet in his neck with his .25-06.
By the time I got to the truck and drove over to where Zach was, Zach had drug the buck to the fence by the road where I was. I held the flashlight for him while he did the work. It was a fun night. Buck wasn't the older 8 we'd been watching, but I didn't say anything. He had an absolute ball hunting alone on the ground away from the feeder. It's nice to see him progressing in his hunting abilities on his own.
Now if we could just kill that DADGUM DOE.
I went to another setup that we have for a north wind. The blind is on the north side of a stock tank, so deer can't come straight in from the south. The blind is about 15 yards from the water, with some thick brush in between. There are no trails or any sign of deer coming into the setup from the water, so I felt good about it.
Well, at about sundown I hear a stomp about 10' behind me and then a doe blowing, RIGHT behind my dang popup.
That you-know-what circled to the water and was coming in from down wind through the thickest crap there is around this setup. She stood out there behind and to the side of the blind from 35 to 50 yards stomping and snorting for 15 minutes before she finally left. I should have brought a rifle with me. I could have shot through some brush and got her. Windows on the blind were zipped up, and there was too much brush to shoot an arrow through.Zach texted me and said he hadn't seen anything at all. I told him the doe that I was hoping he'd get just left my setup. He asked if he should stalk over toward my area, but I told him to just sit tight and wait to see if she went his way. About 10 minutes later, I heard him shoot. I started a text to him when my phone rang. It was him telling me that he shot an 8-point. Zach was laying on the ground in the broom weed when the buck walked by at 20 yards. His gun was leaning against a mesquite, so he was pinned down. As the buck walked on by - downwind of Zach - he was able to get to his rifle. The buck saw movement and turned to look at him at about 65 yards, and Zach put a bullet in his neck with his .25-06.
By the time I got to the truck and drove over to where Zach was, Zach had drug the buck to the fence by the road where I was. I held the flashlight for him while he did the work. It was a fun night. Buck wasn't the older 8 we'd been watching, but I didn't say anything. He had an absolute ball hunting alone on the ground away from the feeder. It's nice to see him progressing in his hunting abilities on his own.
Now if we could just kill that DADGUM DOE.
(she does have a nice arse tho! 
good steaks)
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