This Austin boy driving 7 hours to hunt the panhandle meant I’d lost the best lease I’d ever had.
No sense whining about it, all good leases end.
Last season was spent learning.
Arctic-panhandle weather, quail hunters with whistles and dogs and the usual rifle hunting neighbors had the little cotton farm I hunt mostly deserted of game.
I didn’t shoot a buck and vowed to get it done early in 2010.
My primary set is for a north wind and we got just that opening morning.
I saw several nice animals.
The wind started shifting to the east for the afternoon (which isn’t great for that spot), but I went back anyway.
With a few minutes of shooting light left, this buck snuck in to join his bachelor group. The shot looked good, the entry hole was dumping blood and the buck shot into the trees stumbling and tail half-way up. At 30 yards he crashed through an abandoned fence and down into a ravine. I waited 5, thinking I’d heard him crash and would find him right at the ravine. With no daylight and standing in the ravine, there was no buck. Time to back out and get help. The green screen put me in contact with Wellington Tx and Comet last year. Like everybody on this site, they are good people. They drove over to my camp and within minutes Robert found the buck, maybe 30 yards from where I thought he fell. They helped load him, cooked my steak while I cleaned the buck and helped take pictures the next day. I owe them.
The buck green scored 150 2\8. My best whitetail.
And regarding my old lease, this buck sure made lemonade out of lemons.
Cheers and thanks for reading.
No sense whining about it, all good leases end.
Last season was spent learning.
Arctic-panhandle weather, quail hunters with whistles and dogs and the usual rifle hunting neighbors had the little cotton farm I hunt mostly deserted of game.
I didn’t shoot a buck and vowed to get it done early in 2010.
My primary set is for a north wind and we got just that opening morning.
I saw several nice animals.
The wind started shifting to the east for the afternoon (which isn’t great for that spot), but I went back anyway.
With a few minutes of shooting light left, this buck snuck in to join his bachelor group. The shot looked good, the entry hole was dumping blood and the buck shot into the trees stumbling and tail half-way up. At 30 yards he crashed through an abandoned fence and down into a ravine. I waited 5, thinking I’d heard him crash and would find him right at the ravine. With no daylight and standing in the ravine, there was no buck. Time to back out and get help. The green screen put me in contact with Wellington Tx and Comet last year. Like everybody on this site, they are good people. They drove over to my camp and within minutes Robert found the buck, maybe 30 yards from where I thought he fell. They helped load him, cooked my steak while I cleaned the buck and helped take pictures the next day. I owe them.
The buck green scored 150 2\8. My best whitetail.
And regarding my old lease, this buck sure made lemonade out of lemons.
Cheers and thanks for reading.
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