I finally was able to connect on a good buck for my area.
On Friday, it was very warm and in the 70s, even after dark in Milam County.
The next morning a cold front came in with a lot of rain and wind, so I didn't hunt. The afternoon ushered in much cooler temperatures and as the rain was ending, I went back to hunting. Soon after I was in my tripod a 4 point came in with a 9 point behind him. They were very nervous because it was very windy, but they kept getting closer to my hiding spot. The 4 point stopped at 35 yards and the 10 point continued to move closer. Soon he was inside 20 yards but kept jumping at the wind. I finally drew my bow and sent the arrow.
The buck jumped and did a 180 turn but then trotted away. My arrow as lying on the ground. I texted my sister, Dusty Britches, and praised God for making a good shot.
Twenty-five minutes later, I climbed down and my sister arrived with her dog Cowboy, and my dog Cricket to run the track. Cricket is timid and doesn't work well with assertive dogs around. Cowboy is young and had yet to run a live track. However, Cricket won't work, so Tracey took Cowboy and got him started. After a few false starts, he was on his way. I held back and let him work and tried to find a blood trail. It wasn't long and I hear the sweetest words of the hour "found him!"
The buck ran 162 yards and left no blood trail, despite being double lunged. Kudos to Tracey and Cowboy - we would not have found this deer without a dog.
Then we discovered he was a 10 point!
the buck also had a nasty wound on his back that can only be attributed to a rifle shot. It was still infected and I had to throw away some of the meat.
On Friday, it was very warm and in the 70s, even after dark in Milam County.
The next morning a cold front came in with a lot of rain and wind, so I didn't hunt. The afternoon ushered in much cooler temperatures and as the rain was ending, I went back to hunting. Soon after I was in my tripod a 4 point came in with a 9 point behind him. They were very nervous because it was very windy, but they kept getting closer to my hiding spot. The 4 point stopped at 35 yards and the 10 point continued to move closer. Soon he was inside 20 yards but kept jumping at the wind. I finally drew my bow and sent the arrow.
The buck jumped and did a 180 turn but then trotted away. My arrow as lying on the ground. I texted my sister, Dusty Britches, and praised God for making a good shot.
Twenty-five minutes later, I climbed down and my sister arrived with her dog Cowboy, and my dog Cricket to run the track. Cricket is timid and doesn't work well with assertive dogs around. Cowboy is young and had yet to run a live track. However, Cricket won't work, so Tracey took Cowboy and got him started. After a few false starts, he was on his way. I held back and let him work and tried to find a blood trail. It wasn't long and I hear the sweetest words of the hour "found him!"
The buck ran 162 yards and left no blood trail, despite being double lunged. Kudos to Tracey and Cowboy - we would not have found this deer without a dog.
Then we discovered he was a 10 point!
the buck also had a nasty wound on his back that can only be attributed to a rifle shot. It was still infected and I had to throw away some of the meat.
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