First Buck of the Season
October 7, 2006
alarm went off at 5 AM and I decided that I didnít want to get out
of bed. I was enjoying my morning sleep way to much. It
was a beautiful morning, not too hot and kind of cool so I kicked
Donnie out of bed and I stayed snuggled in the blanket. After his
morning hunt, we filled the pig feeders and discovered that my
feeder was empty as well so we filled it up too. I was a
little leery of hunting that particular stand that evening but I
decided to anyway.
We got cleaned up,
de-scented, and dressed in camo, which I might add, I make camo look
good. I got into my stand and all settled and began the waiting
for the sun to begin its decent into the horizon. I sat there
looking down at the ground, listening the birds and watching the breeze
blow the fallen leaves around. I was thinking to myself that it
couldnít get any better than this. Time alone in a deer stand is
always a relaxing and refreshing time. It is a good two and half
to three hours of just me time. I enjoy this time to ponder thoughts on
the meaning of life, or clear my thoughts of the weekly stresses in
I saw some
movement off to the left of my stand and slowly began to glance over.
Walking slowly along was one of the large black buck antelopes that we
have been watching. I was astonished he was so relaxed and was
only 30 yards from me. It was a sad thing that the shot was being
blocked by part of the tree. This was one of the first times that
I had not been busted. He caught sight of a doe and off he went.
He arrived back walking the same path he had earlier about 45 minutes
later, and he had brought along a few does this time.
My feeder goes off
and about 15 birds begin the feast on corn. I look up again and
here comes two yearling does to feast on some sustenance. Shortly after
that, a couple young crab claw spikes come in and run them off so that
they can eat too. I see a small 6 point sneaking in to the feeder
along with a yearling doe or a possible nubbin buck, these two hang
around for about 45 minutes and suck up all the feed under the feeder.
They run off as if they were spooked and I slowly begin to look around
to see what is going on and a small yearling comes in and begins to eat
what little scraps are left. I look to the right and then back
again and in trots this buck. It is now about 7:10pm. I canít
decide if I want to shoot him or not. He was a nice looking buck
to me. I was thinking that maybe he was 3 years old. I
debated for about 10 minutes if I wanted to shoot him or not. It
was starting to get too late and I decided that if he gave me the
perfect shot I would take him.
He turns broadside
and I take a deep breath, then he turned to face me. He then gives
me a quartering away shot and I donít like shots like that. I had
decided that if it was natures gift to me to take this buck he would
give me the perfect broadside shot and he would stay in that position
Well sure enough
he turned his left side to me, put his head down to take a bite and I
very shakily drew my bow. He slowly lifted his head and looked in
the direction of my stand and had my pin right where I wanted it.
Nice and tight behind the shoulder. I slowly pulled the trigger on
my release and the next thing I remember is seeing my arrow with the
lighted nock sitting there in the dirt under my feeder. I then see
him running around the path that all the other deer have taken.
Then a few seconds later I see all the deer running back toward me but I
didnít see my buck with them.
My heart was
beating like a drum in my chest and I had to take a few deep breaths,
but I felt it was a great shot. I slowly gathered my things, and
climbed down out of my stand so that I could check my arrow. I get
to my arrow and it is covered in dirt and dust and I could see the blood
on my fletching. I smelled the arrow and it definitely smelled
like a good shot. I walked a few yards but never saw a blood
trail, so I went back to the truck to wait for Donnie so that we could
track my buck.
We looked for a
few minutes for a blood trail and I began to get a little discouraged
that we hadnít found anything yet. We opted to go back to camp,
get the lantern and head back out to search. When we arrived back
at camp and all our lease buddies were there and offered to come help
look for him.
We set off in
search of my buck. He went one of two ways, so a group of us went
one way and another group went the other way. Soon we found some
blood and began to walk along. Hydro says did you see that?
I get pretty freaked out in the dark, and I said no I didnít see
anything! Just a few more yards and someone yells out here he is!
I walk around the trees and there is my beautiful 9 point. After
many congratulations and handshakes we loaded him up on BowWizís four
wheeler and head back to camp. A perfect ending to a perfect hunt!
I would like to
say thanks to Donnie, Kenneth, Tommy and Johnny, BowWiz, and Missy for
helping me find my buck!