Thank God for my brother Darryl! Because of his ability to put meat in the freezer and a rack on the wall, I have something to write about. This evening I got a phone call from him saying he had a nice 8-pointer down. He was going to contact a friend of his (Dan) and go “fetch” his buck from the woods. I caught up with him at his house and snapped a few pictures of him and his crew, and a very fine looking whitetail.
Darryl said that just after parking his truck he headed down a thick tree filled fenceline. He was walking west of the tree line when he saw something move at the corner of the woods. He put his binoculars on it, and was happy to see a deer staring his way. Darryl simply turned around, and headed away from the deer ending up on the east side of the tree line. He then snuck down toward the buck, as the wind was in his favor. At about 40 yards from the deer Darryl started some doe bleats and buck grunts. He looked for a lane to shoot through, but as yet did not know if the buck was still there or not. He changed the setting on his grunt call to a more mature buck, and blew again. This time he saw movement coming toward him, on the other side of the tree line. At 20 yards Darryl drew, but the deer needed to take a couple more steps to enter a good shooting lane. Just like he had written the script, the buck took two steps, and Darryls arrow flew true. How sweet is that? Shoot a nice buck on your way out to your stand at 5:30 p.m!
Sounds to me like maybe the bucks are getting a little more serious about the “gene pool” lately. Maybe I’m going to start getting other reports of hunters success.
Dan, Tanner, Kurt, and brother Darryl.
Congrats to brother Darryl. That is one nice buck, and the story that goes along with it is awesome. I wish I had luck like that.