White Tail Deer Story
One day last season my uncle and I were scouting just upondark and we came within view ofa nice whitetail buck that had beggunrutting. The buck had gone topawing up the turfand that was a five-starsign as the season had just started. The deer season had recentlylaunched, so this was a great signto find bucks rutting at the onset of deer season.
After glaringthe situation over, I arose to the view that the buck shouldhold up out on a very smallpeninsula that jutted out into the streamthat we saw him by. After jumping the buck, he took of right to his hiding place.
Although I rarely hunt anymorelargely because of my bad health, I came to an agreementto go out on a hunt with my uncle last fall to try our skillsat this buck. I wasn’t going to hunt, but simply helpwith advancingand calling to divertthe buck from where he was to what was sure to be his end… or so me and himimagined.
Whitetail bucks time and againhave a few secrets that they need to discloseto you at the moment of decision.This whitetail was unaware that he had just revealed his hiding spot to us.
The planwas perfect or so we thought. Here’s the explanation! My uncle was to get into position where he could scout out the Whitetail bucks cut loose route, which he did.
I was to progressmy way down alongthe stream and easily move that white tail buck out of his hiding space, and into the open. So I began mymigrationalong the stream,to the right and a bit ahead of me. To my other side was a significant clearcut area.
In front of me was the only wooded area around. I concludedthe buck was in front of me, because I had always jumped him in the time ofmy scouting excursions. .
As I nonchalantlymade my way down to the bucks peninsula and calling every so consistently, everything was falling into place. Or so I surmised. Just as I enteredhis hiding spot, I caught flash of him bounding off in the direction that he was presumedto 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 lowbrook that enteredthe stream with a beaver dam. This was the ambush point… or so we assumed. What occurred was, as the buck was about to navigatethe small brook, I came out of the wooded area and it was right close to the last of authorized shooting period and as I came out into the open, I saw the flag of a deers tail but couldn’t make out if it was a buck or a doe.
It was a cloudy drizzly day and so I begunto call excessivelyand often to get my uncles attention. I didn’t know that I was distracting his attention from the buck, which permitted the buck to depart unharmed.
After meeting up with my uncle he told me that we dam near had him. The buck had alot of points with tall tines he said. Oh well we will try him again in the future.
It just goes to show that Ya, just never know
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