It is Over
Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 7:47 pm
The rut is a thing of the past. I say that because of what I saw yesterday afternoon. I was headed to the Bottom Stand. On the way across the pasture towards Walesheba Creek, I spotted 4 antlerless deer. They ran across the creek and I could see them through the trees heading north. I crossed the creek and walked inside the tree line towards my stand. I saw a big bodied deer grazing in the inlet to the Back Bean Field. I scoped it and saw that it was a really nice buck. The 4 does/fawns walked right by him and he never looked up. Then another buck came out, much smaller than the big one. He headed towards the big one and I just knew I was going to see a fight. Nope. They both just grazed on the acorns. I eased my way on towards the stand, but decided to stay on the ground so I could try to size up the big deer better and not spook him. They grazed for a long time and then the big one went into the woods north of my stand. After a little bit, he came back out and angled towards the woods to the west. After a bit more, he came back out and went south through the field directly west of my stand. At this point he was about 200 yards away. I was still trying to size up those antlers. They looked heavy, but I couldn't tell exactly how many points and it wasn't a really wide rack, but nice and tall. He made and abrupt turn and went back into the woods on the west side of that field. I figured that was the last of him that I would see, but no, he came back out and was angling north, crossing the terrace and back into the bottom field. He milled around there for a bit and then went east into the woods, throwing his nose up in the air every so often. Then...... he came back out and was headed straight for me. That is when I realized this was a deer I had gotten on camera and wanted to get a shot at. He kept coming. I had my gun up, I took the safety off, I had the crosshairs on his chest and even with me freehanding, he was so close that the crosshairs didn't move off of him. But I decided not to shoot. I'm not sure why. He was definitely better than the other two bucks I had taken. Any of our neighbors would shoot him given half the chance. I don't know, but it just didn't feel right. I'm okay with decision, but if I see him again, I may let one fly. I haven't gotten anything better than him on camera, except maybe the 10 point that was messing around at the end of our driveway, but it's highly likely he's a gonner since he came from the neighbor's place to the south. It was really a thrilling experience to be that close to that buck though. He was at least within 40 yards before he finally saw me and loped off. What a blast!!!!