Birthday Buck: From my Wife’s
Nov. 20, 2005
really enjoy going to the lease with my wife and kids, but it has almost
been a tradition in our family for Dad to go to the lease, camp-out and
hunt without the family…my birthday hunt.
The weekend of November 18th was no exception, so I loaded up
and headed to the lease.
Friday evening I loaded up my gear and headed south to the “ranch.” After
unloading all my gear and getting my sleeping quarters in order I cooking
up a warm meal and later turned in for the night.
Saturday morning the alarm clocked sounded like a
firehouse alarm at 4:30AM. I have to admit 4:30AM is to early for anyone
having to get up, but when it comes to being heading for the woods I
always seem to find the energy to rise out of the bed without hitting our
As I rose from the warm sleeping bag I could feel the
morning air was as cool as a meat market cooler. I figured the weather
would be perfect for the deer to be out in full force this morning and I
couldn’t wait to hit the trail and perch myself in one of the tree stands.
As I was getting dressed I was pondering which stand
to hunt out of this morning. I was going to head up to the top of the
ranch about 2 miles from camp, so I added a couple of extra layers of
cloths under my camo I eased out and gathered my gear, loaded the
4-wheeler and headed out into the darkness.
The cold air was brutal on my lungs with every breath
I took on the way down the winding trails on my 4-wheeler. As I cruised on
the dark trails I decided to hunt one of my wife’s stands that we just set
up a week earlier. I reached the big oak tree that we planned on parking
our 4-wheeler at and quickly dismounted, packed up my gear grabbed my red
LED light (Bowlight by Tactical Device Corp.) and I walked towards the
I cut my trip about 1-1/2 miles shorter so when I
arrived at the stand I was in for a longer wait on the sun to peek over
the horizon. No worries! I enjoy sitting quietly in the dark and listing
to the pre-dawn sounds, trying to make out the dark silhouettes around and
wondering if that was something that moved or my eyes playing games with
Not long after getting settled in to the stand I herd
sounds below of deer crunching on some corn that I had scattered about. I
still couldn’t see anything moving about since the canopy of trees blocked
all faint lighting from the moon and the sun that began to peer over the
The moon slowly fell and the sun began to rise. The
pink and blue rays of light began to blossom bring the black of dark to a
drab color. As this happened the birds began their morning chatter as if
their alarm clock had sounded. Darkness was fading fast and the canvas of
the wild began to display a perfect picture. The deer milling around on
the dark floor began to take a more defined shape the birds few from their
perch and I wasn’t so sleepy anymore.
As I began focusing on the three deer that were
feeding I head the barbwire fence creak. The sound of a deer crossing
under the fence and rubbing the bottom strand across it’s back. I focus on
a big oak tree, that shield the fence line, to try and get a glimpse of
what was coming. More deer come to the area…does, and a couple of
Hunting in the Hill County in late November is always a good time because
this is when rutting activity is at its highest…just before and through
Thanksgiving. I welcome the doe to come into my area during this time.
Were there are does there will be bucks! This morning was like a textbook
morning. After about 10 deer were congregated in the area a couple of
bucks decided they needed to check out the ladies.
The first buck was a nice 8 pointer, mature and
defiantly a shooter. The rack was respectable that looked like it would go
18” wide and the back tines were 10” long and some decedent mass for a
hill country deer. I wanted to shoot him when he stood only 20 yards from
me but I opted to pass. Geez, this was Tammy’s stand and I really
couldn’t, didn’t want to, shoot this buck from her stand.
I enjoyed the outdoors show. The buck was checking
(to see if the does were ready to be breed) the older does and running
some of the younger ones. He was defiantly on a mission and he wasn’t
bothered by anything! I have always heard the bucks get dumb during the
rut…Well, YES they do!
This buck ran off chasing a young doe. As quick as he
left another buck came in. This buck was a nice 7 pointer, mature and
again a buck I would shoot. A little smaller than the first when it comes
to antler size but defiantly a bigger bodied deer. I watched him doing a
doe check as well. I decided I would shoot this buck if he stopped by the
cactus that was 15 yards from the base of the stand.
The buck ran a big circle chasing a young doe and out
about 50 yards. She stopped and he lip curled. It was really neat to see
this action in the wild. The doe took off with the buck in tow. She turned
and headed back to the main group of deer below me. She ran past the
cactus and the buck stopped at the cactus. It was as if the Mother Nature
herself told that but it was to stop there giving me a opportunity to
shoot this buck.
I wasted no time…I drew my bow and after coming to
full draw I anchored, settled the pin on his chest and released. The heavy
aluminum arrow, tipped with a 100 gr. 4 bladed Magus Stinger broadhead,
hit hard and blew right through him.
Animals scattered in all directions! I kept a visual
on the buck until he got into a thicket to the south of the stand. I could
see the arrow sticking up and it was covered with the dark red liquid
fluid that we love to see coating our arrows. I knew this buck didn’t go
I was pumped up!!! I put my things together and
lowered all my gear to the ground. I climbed from my perch still a little
shaky and breathing heavy now. I picked up the arrow and it was drenched
I slowly followed the trial that the buck ran and
there was the first sign of blood, only about 10 feet from where he was
shot. I packed up my things and slowly tracked my prey.
I passed through the maze of branches and briar
following the drops of blood. When the blood trail vanished I’d pick up
the hoof prints and became trailing his steps. It was obvious by the way
this buck’s hooves were dragging that he was dead; he just didn’t know it.
I saw a bit of dirt that was turned over where the buck had stumbled and
blood was smeared on the small saplings.
I continued on the trail of hoof prints and tiny
spots of blood. I finally looked up, since he started on a straight line,
and I could see the white underside of the deer and his antlers. I watched
him for about 5 minutes and he lay motionless the entire time. When I got
to him I knelt down to admire his beauty and said a prayer thanking the
Lord for giving me the chance to shoot this magnificent animal. Once I was
finished with my ritual, I loaded up my birthday buck and headed to the
Another fine weekend in the woods has ended but the
memory will last forever.
Easton XX78 2315
Magnus Stinger Broadheads 100 gr. 4 blade
Sidewinder Hip Quiver Adapter
Tactical Device BowLight