Post by Brithunter on Dec 9, 2003 15:59:22 GMT -5
Hi All,
Well here are a few pictures of Steven's Buck:-
Right Tuesday it is;) we arrive at the farm park the truck and get rifles out, then go through the gate to the dirt farm track which leads through the pasture by the road through a strip of trees to the big fields we have been watching:p when we got to the gap we stopped and unlimbered the binos to scout for Deer in the new planted corn field and the harvested Soybean field beyond that, and of course check out Steven's corn pocket to out left. It looked like one deer in the soybean field but is was too dark to be sure, might have been a shadow of a depression in the field, it was not moving anyway so we split up I went off to the right following the dirt track whilst Steven skirted around the trees and the edge of the field to get to his stand.
So as not to spook any Deer on the harvested fields I went through the gap in the trees into the edge of the pasture beyond and skirted the edge parallel to the track, I followed this for about 100 yards then eased into the trees and through them to glass the fields, nothing, so I eased back and continued down the edge of the pasture for about another 50 yards then did the same thing again, it was a grey light now and I still had a walk ahead of me to get to my stand:rolleyes then as I swept the binos slowly across the corn right next to the timber strip which my buck had come out of, I saw two large shapes out there. Woa it looks like our friend the 8 point could be out there with his lady friend again!
I watched them for a minute or so feeding contentedly before breaking out the radio to tell steven of what I am watching, as I do so the Buck is feeding his way towards the edge of the timber and in doing so swinging slightly away from Steven's stand, the Doe is still out in the corn. Whilst I descibe poorly where I am and where the Deer are in relation to him, the Doe then desides to follow the Buck and disappears into the timber. I continue to watch for a while and nothing reappears, so I decide to go out onto the track and slowly walk towards the end and Patrick's stand, hoping that the Deer might notice me and head up away from my direction into Steven's little corn pocket.
when I got about 50 yards from the end of the track I cut out diagonaly across the field to avoid disturbing Patrick, down across the field I walked and through the strip of brush dividing the two fields then along the corn rows towards my stand in the corner, glassing every now and then for Deer, it's now light, when I was about 200 yards from my stand I heard a shot from Steven's direction, I waited a few seconds then I called him on the radio to ask if it was indeed him that shot. Steven said well I have done it, pulled the trigger, he's hit hard but has dissappeared into the timber at the edge of the field. I said I still have not reached my stand I will swing around the end of the timber strip and come up the other field edge to you, and that's what I did finding it further than I thought:rolleyes but eventually walking carefully through the timber behind Steven's stand to see him out in the corn field where he had found the blood trail, a big blood trail, this one wasn't going far from the amount of blood here;)
Steven followed the trail I went slightly to the right and into the brush at the edge of the field, Steven said he came in here, I looked around at him then as I swung my head and eyes to my right I could see the Bucks rump laying there about 15 yards to my right, here he is I said, that's when the cussing started, Steven was not a happy bunny! no siree:( Well we had a look Steven still kicking himself about the place, me I looked at the rack and noticed lots of tines and quite long ones too, but the rack was narrow and uneven, then I noticed the two tines pointing backwards towards the Bucks neck and pointed them out to Steven. he would have surely noticed them had he not been so annoyed with himself and looked at the rack himself:p
So to bussiness we got, Steven went to get the 4 wheeler to move him away from where he was, we did not want to disturb this area any more than we had to just in case Stuart could have a chance at the 8 point which was still around somewhere! loaded him up with some effort, man alive another big Buck this one possibly even heavier than mine;) we moved him away to a suitable spot to gut him, now that 180 grn Balistic tip held together well, the exit wound was a good size but only about 7/8" Dia, the lungs, well one was mush the other liquid:eek we poured it out, the top of the heart was gone as well!
Steven did not want to keep the rack at first then decided to keep the head to get it aged, we think it was an older Buck past his prime, he certainly had a long face;) but we were not sure how to go about transporting the carcase with the head seperate and the meat given away, he had already decided that this one was not a keeper because of it's age! We hung the Buck in the barn then a quick wash and down to the diner for a late breakfast, then it was back to the farm and we then moved both of the new Buddy stands.
Steven's one we moved overlooking the corn strip where I had seen the Buck & Doe that morning with the Soybean field beyond it, mine we moved about 100 yards around the corner so I could watch the large corn fields edge better and possible get a shot at the Deer as them emerge from the brush at it's edge When I settled into the stand for the late afternoon watch the wind got up and we saw nothing, the Deer had more sense than to be out in the open in that wind, it sure was blowing! Right at last light at about 17:05 a lone Doe poked her head out in front of Patricks stand and started to feed, I had seen Deer coming out at this spot all week but they never came closer to my stand and were at least 400 yards away. I had been trying to work out the tradjectory for a long shot and finally and stupidly decided to take a long shot. The Doe was feeding facing to my right, I lined up the crosshairs on my Schmidt & Bender 6x42 scope on her and then lifted it up about 2 ft clear of her back and pulled the trigger, yes you guessed it, missed her clean although I wasn't sure at first so down I get a trudge over to the spot and search about, I stopped counting my footsteps at 450:eek it was further than I thought by quite a ways, finally found her footprints and saw her hop into the brush at the edge of the field with her flag up:( found no traces of blood or hair even using my flashlight (torch:lol ) Steven asked me Well? so I told him I could find nothing and so back across the field I trudged and back up to the truck feeling really sheepish.
After a clean up we got to talking about Steven's buck and how to transport the head with out the carcase which the tag is attached to then realise that we have the same situation with my head as we already gave the carcase away. So off to the check in station we went, they didn't know the answer either so the lady there called the game Warden who was out of his truck, so she said she would leave a message for us to pick up as she would not be there next day, so off to the camp we went to re-hang the carcase up and then wash up before retiring to the diner for dinner. He finaly decided it was too much hassle to get the head aged so the carcase was delivered whole to the family who were happy to recieve it.
Well here are a few pictures of Steven's Buck:-
Right Tuesday it is;) we arrive at the farm park the truck and get rifles out, then go through the gate to the dirt farm track which leads through the pasture by the road through a strip of trees to the big fields we have been watching:p when we got to the gap we stopped and unlimbered the binos to scout for Deer in the new planted corn field and the harvested Soybean field beyond that, and of course check out Steven's corn pocket to out left. It looked like one deer in the soybean field but is was too dark to be sure, might have been a shadow of a depression in the field, it was not moving anyway so we split up I went off to the right following the dirt track whilst Steven skirted around the trees and the edge of the field to get to his stand.
So as not to spook any Deer on the harvested fields I went through the gap in the trees into the edge of the pasture beyond and skirted the edge parallel to the track, I followed this for about 100 yards then eased into the trees and through them to glass the fields, nothing, so I eased back and continued down the edge of the pasture for about another 50 yards then did the same thing again, it was a grey light now and I still had a walk ahead of me to get to my stand:rolleyes then as I swept the binos slowly across the corn right next to the timber strip which my buck had come out of, I saw two large shapes out there. Woa it looks like our friend the 8 point could be out there with his lady friend again!
I watched them for a minute or so feeding contentedly before breaking out the radio to tell steven of what I am watching, as I do so the Buck is feeding his way towards the edge of the timber and in doing so swinging slightly away from Steven's stand, the Doe is still out in the corn. Whilst I descibe poorly where I am and where the Deer are in relation to him, the Doe then desides to follow the Buck and disappears into the timber. I continue to watch for a while and nothing reappears, so I decide to go out onto the track and slowly walk towards the end and Patrick's stand, hoping that the Deer might notice me and head up away from my direction into Steven's little corn pocket.
when I got about 50 yards from the end of the track I cut out diagonaly across the field to avoid disturbing Patrick, down across the field I walked and through the strip of brush dividing the two fields then along the corn rows towards my stand in the corner, glassing every now and then for Deer, it's now light, when I was about 200 yards from my stand I heard a shot from Steven's direction, I waited a few seconds then I called him on the radio to ask if it was indeed him that shot. Steven said well I have done it, pulled the trigger, he's hit hard but has dissappeared into the timber at the edge of the field. I said I still have not reached my stand I will swing around the end of the timber strip and come up the other field edge to you, and that's what I did finding it further than I thought:rolleyes but eventually walking carefully through the timber behind Steven's stand to see him out in the corn field where he had found the blood trail, a big blood trail, this one wasn't going far from the amount of blood here;)
Steven followed the trail I went slightly to the right and into the brush at the edge of the field, Steven said he came in here, I looked around at him then as I swung my head and eyes to my right I could see the Bucks rump laying there about 15 yards to my right, here he is I said, that's when the cussing started, Steven was not a happy bunny! no siree:( Well we had a look Steven still kicking himself about the place, me I looked at the rack and noticed lots of tines and quite long ones too, but the rack was narrow and uneven, then I noticed the two tines pointing backwards towards the Bucks neck and pointed them out to Steven. he would have surely noticed them had he not been so annoyed with himself and looked at the rack himself:p
So to bussiness we got, Steven went to get the 4 wheeler to move him away from where he was, we did not want to disturb this area any more than we had to just in case Stuart could have a chance at the 8 point which was still around somewhere! loaded him up with some effort, man alive another big Buck this one possibly even heavier than mine;) we moved him away to a suitable spot to gut him, now that 180 grn Balistic tip held together well, the exit wound was a good size but only about 7/8" Dia, the lungs, well one was mush the other liquid:eek we poured it out, the top of the heart was gone as well!
Steven did not want to keep the rack at first then decided to keep the head to get it aged, we think it was an older Buck past his prime, he certainly had a long face;) but we were not sure how to go about transporting the carcase with the head seperate and the meat given away, he had already decided that this one was not a keeper because of it's age! We hung the Buck in the barn then a quick wash and down to the diner for a late breakfast, then it was back to the farm and we then moved both of the new Buddy stands.
Steven's one we moved overlooking the corn strip where I had seen the Buck & Doe that morning with the Soybean field beyond it, mine we moved about 100 yards around the corner so I could watch the large corn fields edge better and possible get a shot at the Deer as them emerge from the brush at it's edge When I settled into the stand for the late afternoon watch the wind got up and we saw nothing, the Deer had more sense than to be out in the open in that wind, it sure was blowing! Right at last light at about 17:05 a lone Doe poked her head out in front of Patricks stand and started to feed, I had seen Deer coming out at this spot all week but they never came closer to my stand and were at least 400 yards away. I had been trying to work out the tradjectory for a long shot and finally and stupidly decided to take a long shot. The Doe was feeding facing to my right, I lined up the crosshairs on my Schmidt & Bender 6x42 scope on her and then lifted it up about 2 ft clear of her back and pulled the trigger, yes you guessed it, missed her clean although I wasn't sure at first so down I get a trudge over to the spot and search about, I stopped counting my footsteps at 450:eek it was further than I thought by quite a ways, finally found her footprints and saw her hop into the brush at the edge of the field with her flag up:( found no traces of blood or hair even using my flashlight (torch:lol ) Steven asked me Well? so I told him I could find nothing and so back across the field I trudged and back up to the truck feeling really sheepish.
After a clean up we got to talking about Steven's buck and how to transport the head with out the carcase which the tag is attached to then realise that we have the same situation with my head as we already gave the carcase away. So off to the check in station we went, they didn't know the answer either so the lady there called the game Warden who was out of his truck, so she said she would leave a message for us to pick up as she would not be there next day, so off to the camp we went to re-hang the carcase up and then wash up before retiring to the diner for dinner. He finaly decided it was too much hassle to get the head aged so the carcase was delivered whole to the family who were happy to recieve it.
