A nice southerly breeze was blowing last Saturday afternoon, November 20, when I sat down in my tripod, aptly named the "Honey Hole". Throwing out 10 lbs of apple scented hand corn, I checked my trail cam then climbed the 10 feet to my perch and settled in at 1530. The feeder is set to go off at 1600 and 1700, so I had 30 minutes of free time to set up the video camera and text my position to the wife and friends. Since the freezer is empty, I told myself I would take the first legal deer that came out. The trail cam has captured several nice bucks over the past few weeks, but I knew in my heart the doe would be here first, though I wished "El Jefe" would waltz in (pic #1).
So, the feeder goes off as expected, and every crack of a branch or flit of a birds wing sets my eyes in motion and my chest beating out of sync. "Where are the deer", I wonder while texting my updates. After a few short moments, a doe, accompanied by two nubbin' bucks, comes crunching in as they feed on the scattering of corn. One of the little guys shadowed that doe so closely, I thought I'd never get a shot off! Finally, she stepped forward when he did not, exposing her vitals and quartering away perfectly. I draw, aim, breath out, and squeeze the trigger release. The Slick Trick tipped carbon arrow entered perfectly as the ruckus ensued. She made a mad half circle dash around me, crashing twenty yards behind me in the brush. I then was able to sit back and enjoy nature once again as my heart rate returned to near normal. When the feeder went off at 1700, I waited a few minutes, in case my dream buck might still be in the area. No dice. I found the doe, took some pics, and called it a day. A beautiful ending o the day, I might add!
Todd
So, the feeder goes off as expected, and every crack of a branch or flit of a birds wing sets my eyes in motion and my chest beating out of sync. "Where are the deer", I wonder while texting my updates. After a few short moments, a doe, accompanied by two nubbin' bucks, comes crunching in as they feed on the scattering of corn. One of the little guys shadowed that doe so closely, I thought I'd never get a shot off! Finally, she stepped forward when he did not, exposing her vitals and quartering away perfectly. I draw, aim, breath out, and squeeze the trigger release. The Slick Trick tipped carbon arrow entered perfectly as the ruckus ensued. She made a mad half circle dash around me, crashing twenty yards behind me in the brush. I then was able to sit back and enjoy nature once again as my heart rate returned to near normal. When the feeder went off at 1700, I waited a few minutes, in case my dream buck might still be in the area. No dice. I found the doe, took some pics, and called it a day. A beautiful ending o the day, I might add!
Todd
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