After a two year dry spell I scored on two big fat doe’s on consecutive nights. My nieces husband Scott made my buck pole a real “buck pole” by hanging the first buck of his archery career from it’s crossbeam! That’s Scottie’s spike horn in the middle, and my two doe’s on either side.
I arrived at my camp on Thursday, and didn’t see a deer that evening. I hunted my ground blind on Friday, and had a nice sized doe come into the food plot around 6:45. I took a 20 yard broadside shot, and thought the hit looked good, but I did not get complete penetration. I tried tracking her at dark, but only had a blood trail for about 15 yards, and it went sour. Figured I’d come back in the morning and try and pick it up again. It bothered me all night, and I didn’t sleep a wink wonder if the coyotes were feasting on “my” deer, or that I didn’t have a killing shot. At 9:00 a.m. I was back at “last blood” when I heard a couple crows call. They were circling just a little ways ahead, and I thought maybe they spotted my deer from the air. I hadn’t walked 20 yards in the crows direction and saw my deer laying on the ground. Even though it was a perfect double lung shot, she still ran 100 yards before piling up directly south of my blind.
Gutting her was not one of the most pleasant things I’ve ever done, as she had bloated a bit, and was rather smelly from the gas build up. I hosed her down good with water, and wiped her with clean rags after hoisting her in my garage. It got below freezing at night, so the meat wasn’t going to spoil. I felt very good about taking the first deer off my property, and hoped it would be the first of many.
Scott came up Sat. morning, but I’ll save his story and my second doe for the next blog. By the way I hunt in an area of the state where doe tags are over the counter, and are almost unlimited, just in case you were wondering. Two in the freezer is enough, but I’m looking for some horns now.