Post by ecmbowhunter on Sept 6, 2006 1:14:12 GMT -5
Saturday, September 2nd, 2006
Today was a total bust....no deer anywhere....found lots of fresh sign everywhere, but
seemed they moved through just before I arrived. I was hunting on the ground, and
knew there was another hunter in a stand nearby, so I found a natural blind and set up
there. This blind was about 10 yards from a bean field with a fresh corn pile that the other
hunter was watching. Behind me was an intersection of heavily used trails.
After being in my blind an hour,(it is now 7 am), the hunter that was in the stand was
stalking past me on his way out of the woods. He came within 5 yards of me and looked my
way, but never took notice that I was there.
Later that afternoon, and after a siesta that had me hitting the woods later than I wished,
I returned to the same farm, but chose a different area to hunt that had produced deer and
turkeys the year before, and also had been known for a doe and fawns you could set
your clock by. Just like I had feared, I was late. On my trek around and through the bushiest
bean field in west Kentucky, I found fresh tracks and piles of droppings. I hunted my spot
anyway. The highlight of the afternoon was a racoon that tried to take up residence with me
in my blind. Actually I think he shat himself when he realized what I was and that he was
that close. All in all, it was a good day.
Sunday, September 3rd, 2006
Went to another farm in the river bottoms. I just kinda meandered down a road on the farm,
scouting and watching as I went. I checked out a couple of spots before I settled into some
cover. Not long after I sat down, a 6 point and a spike came within range, played around
a while then wandered off.
I stayed home Sunday afternoon, since my wife had to work and the kids would be at home.
I made some lemon pepper chicken breasts and corn on the cob for supper
Monday, September 4th, 2006
This turned out to be an exciting day. Left out early for another farm known to be a hot-spot.
After I made it around what seemed to be a mile of the second bushiest bean field in west
Kentucky, I headed onto a ridge(funnel) loaded with hot trails and a ton of oaks. I slowly
crept my way into the woods, stopping once to eyeball something in the field I just couldn't
make out. I stayed there too long. When I started my trek into the woods, I see them, two deer,
one doe walking on the other side of a gulley, and a spike down in the gulley. The spike spots
me, but isn't sure of what he is seeing. We have a staredown for what seems like forever. He does
the old head-bob and weave, ears twitching and moving every which way thing trying to figure me
out, which is quite amusing. Finally after a bit he decides I am not a threat, and goes about his
business.
My interest is in the doe, which was still on the other side of the gulley and feeding on acorns.
The spike goes on his way and I start creeping their way. I make it about 5 yards when....CRACK!!!...
a branch that was buried under some leaves breaks and sends the two deer running about 20 yards.
They stopped and blew and stomped but didn't run off. I just waited. Finally after a bit, they
started walking off. I didn't know that they had circled back and were now about 20 yards to my left.
I waited a while, then decided to start moving again. I took one step and was busted. They took off
blowing and flagging and all the usual stuff. I had to stop and let the heart rate go back down.
I waited a while there then did a little scouting and left.
That afternoon took me back to the spot I hunted opening morning, and again found the other hunter
in the same stand. I watched him for a minute. His stand is only about 10 feet high, with no cover.
This guy is just kinda lounging in the stand with one leg swinging off of the side like a kid would do
that can't sit still. His corn pile is about 10 yards from the bottom of his stand. I got kinda tickled at
him, wondering if he really thought he was have anything come to the cornpile.
I snuck back into the woods, and followed a really good trail and set up by a huge old oak. I wasn't
there 5 minutes and decided it was gonna be a good spot. I took my quiver off and was setting it down
when an older fawn came in at 5 yards and caught me moving. There I was, bow in one hand, quiver in
the other, and a deer close enough to poke with a stick. She had me pegged, but didnt spook. She just
eyed me real good. I decided if she gave me a shot I was gonna take it. After a long look, she turned and
headed back they way she came. She passed in front of a thick cedar tree and gave me time to set the
quiver down, clip on my release, and draw. She passes right by what I thought is a clear spot and I let it fly.
Branches I couldn't see sent my arrow elsewhere into the beans, which I still haven't found, and may not
find until the beans start drying out. She runs about 20 yards and stops, staring into the woods and
stomping. I came up with a plan to move around to the backside of this big oak. I eye the little deer and
take one step and BUSTED!!! There was the momma doe....right on the other side of my tree. She blew
and stomped and took off like hell on wheels. I nearly had a heart attack....and I bet she did too.
I left my spot....looked around in the beans for my arrow, but it was way too thick. I followed where the
little one went and looked for blood, just to be sure, didn't find any.
Today was a total bust....no deer anywhere....found lots of fresh sign everywhere, but
seemed they moved through just before I arrived. I was hunting on the ground, and
knew there was another hunter in a stand nearby, so I found a natural blind and set up
there. This blind was about 10 yards from a bean field with a fresh corn pile that the other
hunter was watching. Behind me was an intersection of heavily used trails.
After being in my blind an hour,(it is now 7 am), the hunter that was in the stand was
stalking past me on his way out of the woods. He came within 5 yards of me and looked my
way, but never took notice that I was there.
Later that afternoon, and after a siesta that had me hitting the woods later than I wished,
I returned to the same farm, but chose a different area to hunt that had produced deer and
turkeys the year before, and also had been known for a doe and fawns you could set
your clock by. Just like I had feared, I was late. On my trek around and through the bushiest
bean field in west Kentucky, I found fresh tracks and piles of droppings. I hunted my spot
anyway. The highlight of the afternoon was a racoon that tried to take up residence with me
in my blind. Actually I think he shat himself when he realized what I was and that he was
that close. All in all, it was a good day.
Sunday, September 3rd, 2006
Went to another farm in the river bottoms. I just kinda meandered down a road on the farm,
scouting and watching as I went. I checked out a couple of spots before I settled into some
cover. Not long after I sat down, a 6 point and a spike came within range, played around
a while then wandered off.
I stayed home Sunday afternoon, since my wife had to work and the kids would be at home.
I made some lemon pepper chicken breasts and corn on the cob for supper
Monday, September 4th, 2006
This turned out to be an exciting day. Left out early for another farm known to be a hot-spot.
After I made it around what seemed to be a mile of the second bushiest bean field in west
Kentucky, I headed onto a ridge(funnel) loaded with hot trails and a ton of oaks. I slowly
crept my way into the woods, stopping once to eyeball something in the field I just couldn't
make out. I stayed there too long. When I started my trek into the woods, I see them, two deer,
one doe walking on the other side of a gulley, and a spike down in the gulley. The spike spots
me, but isn't sure of what he is seeing. We have a staredown for what seems like forever. He does
the old head-bob and weave, ears twitching and moving every which way thing trying to figure me
out, which is quite amusing. Finally after a bit he decides I am not a threat, and goes about his
business.
My interest is in the doe, which was still on the other side of the gulley and feeding on acorns.
The spike goes on his way and I start creeping their way. I make it about 5 yards when....CRACK!!!...
a branch that was buried under some leaves breaks and sends the two deer running about 20 yards.
They stopped and blew and stomped but didn't run off. I just waited. Finally after a bit, they
started walking off. I didn't know that they had circled back and were now about 20 yards to my left.
I waited a while, then decided to start moving again. I took one step and was busted. They took off
blowing and flagging and all the usual stuff. I had to stop and let the heart rate go back down.
I waited a while there then did a little scouting and left.
That afternoon took me back to the spot I hunted opening morning, and again found the other hunter
in the same stand. I watched him for a minute. His stand is only about 10 feet high, with no cover.
This guy is just kinda lounging in the stand with one leg swinging off of the side like a kid would do
that can't sit still. His corn pile is about 10 yards from the bottom of his stand. I got kinda tickled at
him, wondering if he really thought he was have anything come to the cornpile.
I snuck back into the woods, and followed a really good trail and set up by a huge old oak. I wasn't
there 5 minutes and decided it was gonna be a good spot. I took my quiver off and was setting it down
when an older fawn came in at 5 yards and caught me moving. There I was, bow in one hand, quiver in
the other, and a deer close enough to poke with a stick. She had me pegged, but didnt spook. She just
eyed me real good. I decided if she gave me a shot I was gonna take it. After a long look, she turned and
headed back they way she came. She passed in front of a thick cedar tree and gave me time to set the
quiver down, clip on my release, and draw. She passes right by what I thought is a clear spot and I let it fly.
Branches I couldn't see sent my arrow elsewhere into the beans, which I still haven't found, and may not
find until the beans start drying out. She runs about 20 yards and stops, staring into the woods and
stomping. I came up with a plan to move around to the backside of this big oak. I eye the little deer and
take one step and BUSTED!!! There was the momma doe....right on the other side of my tree. She blew
and stomped and took off like hell on wheels. I nearly had a heart attack....and I bet she did too.
I left my spot....looked around in the beans for my arrow, but it was way too thick. I followed where the
little one went and looked for blood, just to be sure, didn't find any.
;D
