Deer Hunting

many many times. he just never showed his body, he wasnt far off. i could hear himn grunting and leaves rustling, but the leaves could have been a squirrl

 

General Rifle for Whitetail Deer ended last weekend. While I can appreciate a good trophy hunt, I prefer to spend my limited hunting time ensuring I get quality meat. That means does and more does. I am happy to say, I accomplished my meat mission halfway through the season.

We used a pop-up blind in a forage field that borders a major river valley in southern Manitoba. The deer would traverse up the valley and come out of the tree-line to enter the field. Usually they seem to wait until last light to do this, but as soon as I was safely in my blind they came out in a group of 3. It was simple than to wait for them to cross the property line, and I had plenty of time to glass and make my selection.

It's been delicious so far.

 

Kind of funny/sad story...

My buddy hunts every year, bow and rifle, and usually bags 3 or 4 deer. (I got some meat last year and made jerky, which was just ok, but I digress)
Though he's seen a few does and some bucks at a distance this year, and his 12 year old son has killed a decent sized spike, he hasn't shot any this season, yet.

So, I was in the kitchen cooking supper last night when I hear a siren from an ambulance. I look out the kitchen window toward the highway, which is about 40 yards away from my trailer, and see the ambulance slow down like it's going to pull into my driveway.
Naturally, I became worried and went outside to scope it out.
Turns out a pick-up hit a deer that was crossing the highway a few yards from my driveway.
It caved in the front of the truck, killed the deer, but otherwise nothing else was hurt. (it was an adult and two children)
There was an ambulance, a big firetruck, two highway patrols, a wrecker and someone from the DoT, plus all the looky-loos.
They spent about an hour and a half assessing everything and just all-around gabbing (if you ask me)

Into this mix comes my deer-hunting buddy.
He lives nearby and gets word of the accident, but not what had happened.
He pulls into my driveway and we watch the goings-on.
After about an hour or so of inactivity, they finally move the DoT truck up near the wrecked truck and two men stoop and pick up the good-sized deer. (which we don't know about at this point, it being dark and all)
When we see it, my buddy lets out a groan and a sigh and says, "Fuck-k-k...".
You could tell he was envious and kinda pissed at the same time, too.

 

been there done that, thats just aggervating

 

We start on Saturday in upstate NY.
The weather forecast is near perfect.
Very excited to get out there.

 

nice looking buck. thick antlers.

 

Killer. Ive given up on killing my big buck this year cause everytime i go my daughter wants to go. So, i take her. Ive got all my life to kill my monster, but she's only 4 once.

 

You're a good man Ralphie.
Can't wait to take my daughters.

 

Spikehorn for me on Saturday.
Looked longingly at a much bigger 4 pointer today as he lollygagged around me for 10 minutes, but my tags filled and the rules are the rules.........
Still looking for my doe but there's lots around.

 

Its our time together. I wouldnt trade it for anything.

 

Nice Borla , I don't go hunting but the men in the family have forever. We have a weird thing in our counties. On the south side you can use shot gun, on the north side it is rifles. I always feel like I need to duck driving to work those two weeks, hoping those hunters don't loose their way. I have hit two in the 15 years driving through the woods. lol But again nice one you got there!

 

Ugh, Borla, I'm so jealous right now. I'm having meat envy.