I got in my ground blind at 6:00 am this morning with the intention to set as long as I could stand it. I have been determined to put another doe in the freezer before doe season ends Sunday but have just not been able to cross paths with one. A little after 11:00 I was pretty much ready to call it calf rope when I caught movement straight down the old logging road. When I got the binoculars up it was a button head, just his head sticking up above the crown of the hill as he crossed the road. A couple of minutes later a doe cross in the same place.
The ground blind was setup on a old logging road with a thicket on both side and a big white oak tree on either side of me. For the next 20 minutes I would catch a glimpse of them as they picked up acorns. An ear here or a leg there, it was too thick to really see them even though they were not over 30 yards from me.
Finally The button moved to the edge of the road and just froze there with only his head clear of the brush. A moment later the doe stepped up beside him.
I was staring over my sights at them when I noticed my heart was pounding.
I have been fortunate to hunt some really great critters all over the world and you would think that a fellow that was pushing 70 would not get excited by a big headed East Texas doe but there I was. I leaned back in the chair and laughed at my self.
I don't know if it was the last 10 days of not seeing anything, the season coming to an end in 4 days, the odds they would simply turn around and walk off or the chance that after all this setting the Flintlock might not fire but my old heart was just a thumping. I enjoyed the feeling and was still smiling when I leaded back into the rifle.
Finally the button head bounced out into the road and two quick hops he was gone in the brush.
A few seconds later the doe started across I hit her in full stride angling away from me. The .54 caliber round ball going in behind the near leg and out in front of the other. At the shot the powder from the frizzen filled the blind and it took a minute for it to clear enough to see the she had piled up right where she was standing.
I don't know how old you are when shooting a deer doesn't excite you but I know it is older than me
The ground blind was setup on a old logging road with a thicket on both side and a big white oak tree on either side of me. For the next 20 minutes I would catch a glimpse of them as they picked up acorns. An ear here or a leg there, it was too thick to really see them even though they were not over 30 yards from me.
Finally The button moved to the edge of the road and just froze there with only his head clear of the brush. A moment later the doe stepped up beside him.
I was staring over my sights at them when I noticed my heart was pounding.
I have been fortunate to hunt some really great critters all over the world and you would think that a fellow that was pushing 70 would not get excited by a big headed East Texas doe but there I was. I leaned back in the chair and laughed at my self.
I don't know if it was the last 10 days of not seeing anything, the season coming to an end in 4 days, the odds they would simply turn around and walk off or the chance that after all this setting the Flintlock might not fire but my old heart was just a thumping. I enjoyed the feeling and was still smiling when I leaded back into the rifle.
Finally the button head bounced out into the road and two quick hops he was gone in the brush.
A few seconds later the doe started across I hit her in full stride angling away from me. The .54 caliber round ball going in behind the near leg and out in front of the other. At the shot the powder from the frizzen filled the blind and it took a minute for it to clear enough to see the she had piled up right where she was standing.
I don't know how old you are when shooting a deer doesn't excite you but I know it is older than me
