Skychief
69 Cal.
I have taken the last week and a half as vacation to deer hunt, and have been bowhunting a lot since October 1st.
In that time, I have seen (I believe) 23 bucks waiting on the one that really makes my heart skip a beat. Well, it skipped this morning at 9:10.
I was sitting on the ground with a hickory tree at my back in an area that I have taken some nice bucks from in the past. Around 9:00 I stood to stretch and pee. That completed, I turned toward my tree and grabbed my .45 Southern flinter and checked the prime out of habit.
Before sitting down I heard what I thought was a deer coming from behind my tree (toward a slight rise 50 yards away).
Above the rise, the first thing I saw coming my way were antlers, big antlers! He was outside his ears, tall and really dark colored (looked like chocolate pudding). I silently said "there's my buck!", without any doubts. The buck was quartering hard toward me as I thumbed the cock back and set the trigger. His gait was a quick walk as he seemed to know where he was going.
I let him get to TWENTY YARDS and bleated with my mouth as I knew he would wind me if he went much farther. As he stopped he quartered really hard toward me. This whole time I was tracking his shoulder with my rifle. Now as he stood looking right through me, I felt the angle was too steep, so I brought the sights to bear on his throat patch (a shot I don't much care for by the way).
Just as I was ready to fire, and in one motion he dropped, spun, and blew running back the way he had come! :surrender:
No shot was fired and I sat there mumbling unmentionables to myself! :rotf:
Got home and fired my rifle at an index card left hanging on the backyard snag. Drilled it , cleaned rifle, reloaded and ready for another sorti. Ha!
Having fun in Indiana.
Good hunting guys, Skychief. :thumbsup:
In that time, I have seen (I believe) 23 bucks waiting on the one that really makes my heart skip a beat. Well, it skipped this morning at 9:10.
I was sitting on the ground with a hickory tree at my back in an area that I have taken some nice bucks from in the past. Around 9:00 I stood to stretch and pee. That completed, I turned toward my tree and grabbed my .45 Southern flinter and checked the prime out of habit.
Before sitting down I heard what I thought was a deer coming from behind my tree (toward a slight rise 50 yards away).
Above the rise, the first thing I saw coming my way were antlers, big antlers! He was outside his ears, tall and really dark colored (looked like chocolate pudding). I silently said "there's my buck!", without any doubts. The buck was quartering hard toward me as I thumbed the cock back and set the trigger. His gait was a quick walk as he seemed to know where he was going.
I let him get to TWENTY YARDS and bleated with my mouth as I knew he would wind me if he went much farther. As he stopped he quartered really hard toward me. This whole time I was tracking his shoulder with my rifle. Now as he stood looking right through me, I felt the angle was too steep, so I brought the sights to bear on his throat patch (a shot I don't much care for by the way).
Just as I was ready to fire, and in one motion he dropped, spun, and blew running back the way he had come! :surrender:
No shot was fired and I sat there mumbling unmentionables to myself! :rotf:
Got home and fired my rifle at an index card left hanging on the backyard snag. Drilled it , cleaned rifle, reloaded and ready for another sorti. Ha!
Having fun in Indiana.
Good hunting guys, Skychief. :thumbsup:
