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Dropping antlers

The plan was to shoot does from the property.  The only out was the big buck that we had been tracking.  Hubs was the first who successfully shot a doe in the afternoon of opening day of rifle season.  Having sat through almost all types of weather conditions and some single digit temps, I shot a doe minutes before legal time at the end of the season. Dad decided to muzzle hunt since the woods would be quieter and maybe that buck would be lulled into a false sense of security.  For two weeks, Dad walked through the woods and finally, in the same the spot that I had shot my deer, he saw a big, healthy looking doe.  As the afternoon light was fading, he made his way over to the deer. There was some relief as he evaluated the animal.  We were again fortunate that we filled all of our tags and our freezer would be willed with venison for the year ahead. Dad set his jacket and gun down and prepared himself to gut the deer.  It was not a doe.  Although grateful for the meat, Dad had be

Wrapping up my big buck hunt

The 4th weekend of deer season was a bust as I had to take my kiddo to a birthday party for a classmate.  I (half) jokingly told him that from now on, when he meets a new friend, he needs to ask them when their birthday is and if it is during hunting season, he can't be friends with them. Week 5 had me in the woods for up to 5 days.  I headed in on Tuesday afternoon and sat but nothing was moving. The big buck had started showing up only at 10:30pm or 3am on the cameras.  He had not been seen during the day since the third week of the season. On Wednesday, Dad and I planned to be in the woods for the full day.  We packed sandwiches and snacks and headed into the woods.  We had a strategic plan for which areas we would hunt and where I could be and where Dad would be.  Dad ended up jumped a few deer and I jumped one as a moved from stand to stand.  No shots were fired though and we planned for Thanksgiving morning and the snow that was moving in. The next morning wa

Some tracking snow

Week three in the woods offered up a change of pace: fresh snow! I wasn't in my stand for more than a couple of hours when I saw movement off to my left.  It was a doe.  Her head was down and she was smelling something.  I watched her slowly walk down the same road that I had taken in.  She rounded the corner to face the stand and stopped.  She lifted her head and looked in my direction.  She didn't seem nervous but she wasn't sure if she wanted to keep going.  After a minute or so, she turned and headed into the woods.  I crossed my fingers that the big buck would be following her.  And there was!!!  But the little spike was not the one that I was after. When I changed stands and searched for tracks, I realized that what the doe was doing was tracking me!  She walked in almost every footprint that I made from the field into the stand.   There was still no sign of the big buck but with the snow, we were optimistic.

Back at it - week 2

The second week was colder than the first and I was back in the stand that I had sat in the first week.  We had daytime pictures of the big buck and I wanted to make sure I was going to be ready if he came in. The sun had barely come up over the trees when I heard footsteps.  A single doe walked along the edge of the woodline where the spikehorn had been the week before.  I watched her feed on the frosted grass and paw for some acorns.  She was alone - no buck or does with her.  I watched her for ten minutes before she headed behind me into the thicker part of the woods. I was thrilled to have seen more movement and deer.  But still, the big buck alluded me. He was showing up on our cameras but I had not been able to figure out what his pattern was or if he even had one.