As Spur said this was a while in the making. We tried earlier in the year to get things organized to do this and it finally came down to the last weekend of the Noth Zone deer season. Me and Steve, my good friend and Godfather to my kids, met up with Spur, Cameron, and Aspen at 9pm on Friday night in Sabinal. It was great to finally meet in person rather than over the phone with them both. We got to my camp nd got everything settled.
Cameron and I took off on the ATV's to pre-corn areas for in the morning. We end back at camp where we originally had corned by a water trough about 75yds behind camp where pigs had been hitting in the night. We mingled a little while others went to bed. Cameron and I got the red lens on the spotlight and went to scope out the trough. Low and behold there were pig eyes there! We slipped up in the moonlight to about 30 yrds fromthe trough and saw the pig eyes again, but he soon hauled tail due to my lease buddy coming into the ranch.
The next morning while taking Cameron to sit in my treestand we noticed that the hogs had cleaned up every single bit of corn (25lbs) from the night before. I re-corned the road again for him. Then Spur and I went to set him up. We got to location #1 to realized that someone had moved the tripod! So I went to take him to another tripod location. We get him set up and I was off to my lean-to by my mom's stand.
I walk up to my stand and nothing had touched my corn from the previous night. I was settled and about 7am I had 2 deer crunching. They were to my left side and one of them was a BIG mature doe. I eased around and readied myself for the shot. It was still early but barely enough light to see so I slowly drew my bow. I placed the pin on the hair right behind knuckle crease and squeezed the release trigger. The Shuttle T-Lock broadhead made the classic smack sound and the doe took off. It wasnt even 5 seconds and I heard her stumble down the steep river bank and crash in the rocks below. I was going to wait until I got down to get Spur but about 8:15am the classic sound of cara-cara's and buzzards enlightened me to the fact that they had spotted my doe and there was a swarm of about a dozen or so of them zeroing in on her. I went and got Spur pretty quickly and had him go get Aspen so she could have fun following the red ribbon blood trail. She was an easy find since she splatterd red all over the white rocks of the riverbed. Spur said Aspen was a little rusty on the track, but I would have that dog track for me anyday!
That evening Cameron and I sat in my tree together and watched a zoo unfold before our eyes. We had 25 deer all within bow range. One real nice 2.5yr old 8pt that was 15-16" inside. There were events that happened that evening with Spur and Cameron, but those are "campfire" stories
Back at camp Steve, a world class cook, bought and cooked us all ribeyes and porkchops with fries. Aspen even joined in the eating or clean up if you want to call it that, but she deserved it!
Now the FUNNY story:
The next morning I was in my treestand while Spur was in Pap's stand and Cameron was in Nanna's stand. My feeder went off WAY too early and I was watching 3 deer eat by moonlight and 4 deer eating the road corn. The all started chasing one another and eventually all went up the road. About 7:15am my stomach started to rumble and it hit me like the turbo lax hit Jim Dainels in Dumb and Dumber. I took off my rubber boots, took off my socks, drop trowel, and let er rip in one fluid motion from 20' up in the tree in 35 degree weather! I finished business and had dirty socks at the base of the tree. I didnt care if I saw a deer, I FELT BETTER!
Not 10 minutes later here comes a doe from the fence that divides our lease! She at the corn at 25yds away and with the camera rolling I sent the Magnus Stinger Buzzcut on its way. SMACK! perfect hit! She hoped the fence and ran in the bushes and crashed. I got down 20 minutes later and started the track. It wasnt a good blood trail but a semi followable one for 75yds and it stopped cold. Nothing. I scowered the area for about an hour when I finally made a huge loop and found here 200-250 yds from where she was shot. I hit the heart lungs and couldnt believe she went that far. To say the least, I wont be using Stingers again.
We all had a great time and the 2nd Annual "GOTT" Meat Hunt will be at my ranch in Jackson County next year away from all of the POLITICS. Sorry Cameron and Spur that you had to see the POLITICS IN ACTION, but it is over there and I will have a NEW beginning! It was great meeting yall and we will keep this annual campfire event going for years to come! Yall are both CLASS ACTS! Give Aspen a rub and please dont go through D' Annis like that again!
Cameron and I took off on the ATV's to pre-corn areas for in the morning. We end back at camp where we originally had corned by a water trough about 75yds behind camp where pigs had been hitting in the night. We mingled a little while others went to bed. Cameron and I got the red lens on the spotlight and went to scope out the trough. Low and behold there were pig eyes there! We slipped up in the moonlight to about 30 yrds fromthe trough and saw the pig eyes again, but he soon hauled tail due to my lease buddy coming into the ranch.
The next morning while taking Cameron to sit in my treestand we noticed that the hogs had cleaned up every single bit of corn (25lbs) from the night before. I re-corned the road again for him. Then Spur and I went to set him up. We got to location #1 to realized that someone had moved the tripod! So I went to take him to another tripod location. We get him set up and I was off to my lean-to by my mom's stand.
I walk up to my stand and nothing had touched my corn from the previous night. I was settled and about 7am I had 2 deer crunching. They were to my left side and one of them was a BIG mature doe. I eased around and readied myself for the shot. It was still early but barely enough light to see so I slowly drew my bow. I placed the pin on the hair right behind knuckle crease and squeezed the release trigger. The Shuttle T-Lock broadhead made the classic smack sound and the doe took off. It wasnt even 5 seconds and I heard her stumble down the steep river bank and crash in the rocks below. I was going to wait until I got down to get Spur but about 8:15am the classic sound of cara-cara's and buzzards enlightened me to the fact that they had spotted my doe and there was a swarm of about a dozen or so of them zeroing in on her. I went and got Spur pretty quickly and had him go get Aspen so she could have fun following the red ribbon blood trail. She was an easy find since she splatterd red all over the white rocks of the riverbed. Spur said Aspen was a little rusty on the track, but I would have that dog track for me anyday!
That evening Cameron and I sat in my tree together and watched a zoo unfold before our eyes. We had 25 deer all within bow range. One real nice 2.5yr old 8pt that was 15-16" inside. There were events that happened that evening with Spur and Cameron, but those are "campfire" stories
Back at camp Steve, a world class cook, bought and cooked us all ribeyes and porkchops with fries. Aspen even joined in the eating or clean up if you want to call it that, but she deserved it!Now the FUNNY story:
The next morning I was in my treestand while Spur was in Pap's stand and Cameron was in Nanna's stand. My feeder went off WAY too early and I was watching 3 deer eat by moonlight and 4 deer eating the road corn. The all started chasing one another and eventually all went up the road. About 7:15am my stomach started to rumble and it hit me like the turbo lax hit Jim Dainels in Dumb and Dumber. I took off my rubber boots, took off my socks, drop trowel, and let er rip in one fluid motion from 20' up in the tree in 35 degree weather!
I finished business and had dirty socks at the base of the tree. I didnt care if I saw a deer, I FELT BETTER!Not 10 minutes later here comes a doe from the fence that divides our lease! She at the corn at 25yds away and with the camera rolling I sent the Magnus Stinger Buzzcut on its way. SMACK! perfect hit! She hoped the fence and ran in the bushes and crashed. I got down 20 minutes later and started the track. It wasnt a good blood trail but a semi followable one for 75yds and it stopped cold. Nothing. I scowered the area for about an hour when I finally made a huge loop and found here 200-250 yds from where she was shot. I hit the heart lungs and couldnt believe she went that far. To say the least, I wont be using Stingers again.
We all had a great time and the 2nd Annual "GOTT" Meat Hunt will be at my ranch in Jackson County next year away from all of the POLITICS. Sorry Cameron and Spur that you had to see the POLITICS IN ACTION, but it is over there and I will have a NEW beginning! It was great meeting yall and we will keep this annual campfire event going for years to come! Yall are both CLASS ACTS! Give Aspen a rub and please dont go through D' Annis like that again!
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