Loss Of The White Tail Deer
One day last season my uncle and I were scouting just upondark and we burst upona nice whitetail buck that had beggunrutting. The buck had scrape bypawing up the groundsand that was a colossalsign as the season had just started. The deer season had at this momentdecided it was going to begin, so this was a great proofto find bucks rutting at the onset of deer season.
After glaringthe situation over, I came to the view that the buck willhold up out on a littlepeninsula that jutted out into the stream (of water)that we eyed him by. After jumping the buck, he ran right to his hiding place.
Although I rarely hunt any longer largely because of my health, I made a
decisionto go out on a hunt with my uncle last fall to try our skillsat this buck. I wasn't going to hunt, but simply aidwith rousingand calling to distractthe buck from where he was hiding to what was sure to be his death... or so the two of usassumed.
Whitetail bucks predominantlyhave a few secrets that they need to showto you at the moment of decision.This buck was no different.
The tacticswas perfect or so we thought. Here's the explanation! My uncle was to get into position where he could look after the Whitetail bucks cut out route, which he did.
I was to beginmy way down alongsidethe stream and calmly move that white tail buck out of his hiding site, and into the open. So I began mywayalong the stream,to the right and a bit ahead of me. To my other side was a oversized clearcut area.
In front of me was the only wooded area anywhere. I assumedthe buck was in front of me, because I had always jumped him in the time ofmy scouting sweep. .
As I nonchalantlymade my way down to the bucks peninsula and calling every so often, everything was falling into place. Or so I surmised. Just as I arrived athis hiding spot, I caught a scene of him bounding off in the direction that he was figuredto go. But he didn't seem to be in to big of a hurry.
So I slowly made off into the direction that he was bound for. Up front of me was a smallbrook that joinedthe stream with a beaver dam. This was the ambush position... or so we planned. What took place was, as the buck was about to transversethe small brook, I came out of the wooded area and it was right close to the last of legal shooting period and as I came out into the open, I saw the flag of a deers tail but couldn't see if it was a buck or a doe.
It was a dark drizzly day and so I beganto call loudand often to get my uncles attention. I didn't know that I was distracting his attention from the buck, which allowed the buck to elude unharmed.
After meeting up with my uncle he told me that we dam near had him. The buck had alot of points with high-reaching tines he said. Oh well we will try him again in the future.
It just goes to show that Ya, just never know
