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Deer Season 2021
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I've seen four does and my daughter has seen seven and a yote so far this morning. Fun stuff.
Raining steady here this morning. One small buck moving so far. Sitting until noon. Sure glad I built these huts.
Harrison county
Daughter passed on an outside the ears six point. It bedded down in a tall CRP field in front of her. She got to watch it for three hours. And the game continues.
She sounds like she is well disciplined!
Oh yes. Kinda picky too.
This story starts 40 hours before these photos.
Thursday evening with perfect conditions I was watching a couple of does feed. They left and 10 minutes later I see the body of a deer in the same spot. As I get my binos up, he lifted his head and I saw a long sweeping left beam and what I thought were 9 to 10 points. But as quickly as that happened he walked such that his head was behind a bush. I debated long and hard to shoot him. Finally I decided to punch my Indiana tag. With a solid rest, I touched one off, only to watch him run full speed out of sight. I checked for blood and it was crazy how much blood he lost, so I tracked for 300 yards the most insane blood trail ever ... and then I found his bed without him there. I backed out. Knowing I had to be in Indianapolis all day Friday for business, I went back in at midnight to look for him, 7 hours later. 700 yards later trailing blood that was CRAZY, I actually jumped him again when I got to within 10 feet of him ... 1000 yards and how this deer was alive was beyond my comprehension. I watched him run in my head lamp towards an old swamp that I know like the back of my hand.
Friday I spent sun up to sun down in Indianapolis for business that could not be rescheduled. It was gut wrenching.
This morning I grabbed my gun and decided to dissect the swamp to find this deer, I assumed laying dead. With no more blood to go on ... I went on a mission, inch by inch ... an hour into looking I heard a deer get up, I looked 20 yards in front of me and it was him, hunched over, barely walking, he had been bedded along the waters edge. Zero hesitation and I put 2 rounds in him and dropped him ... it was over ...
This is the painful side of hunting. 40+ hours of an animal suffering is not something to take lightly. Turns out my original shot was 2 inches too low. The buck would have died a long miserable death had I not put in the effort this morning.
This deer will always be special to me, as he is a reminder of everything that can go wrong and right in hunting at the same time.
Thanks for putting up with the long read.
Thursday evening with perfect conditions I was watching a couple of does feed. They left and 10 minutes later I see the body of a deer in the same spot. As I get my binos up, he lifted his head and I saw a long sweeping left beam and what I thought were 9 to 10 points. But as quickly as that happened he walked such that his head was behind a bush. I debated long and hard to shoot him. Finally I decided to punch my Indiana tag. With a solid rest, I touched one off, only to watch him run full speed out of sight. I checked for blood and it was crazy how much blood he lost, so I tracked for 300 yards the most insane blood trail ever ... and then I found his bed without him there. I backed out. Knowing I had to be in Indianapolis all day Friday for business, I went back in at midnight to look for him, 7 hours later. 700 yards later trailing blood that was CRAZY, I actually jumped him again when I got to within 10 feet of him ... 1000 yards and how this deer was alive was beyond my comprehension. I watched him run in my head lamp towards an old swamp that I know like the back of my hand.
Friday I spent sun up to sun down in Indianapolis for business that could not be rescheduled. It was gut wrenching.
This morning I grabbed my gun and decided to dissect the swamp to find this deer, I assumed laying dead. With no more blood to go on ... I went on a mission, inch by inch ... an hour into looking I heard a deer get up, I looked 20 yards in front of me and it was him, hunched over, barely walking, he had been bedded along the waters edge. Zero hesitation and I put 2 rounds in him and dropped him ... it was over ...
This is the painful side of hunting. 40+ hours of an animal suffering is not something to take lightly. Turns out my original shot was 2 inches too low. The buck would have died a long miserable death had I not put in the effort this morning.
This deer will always be special to me, as he is a reminder of everything that can go wrong and right in hunting at the same time.
Thanks for putting up with the long read.
You just reminded me to check the state website. Almost real time statistics.
This is a picture I got from my son in law Friday evening:
He said in the text, "eating green apple twizzlers and drawing on her computer, paper pencil to noisy in th blind.
Half hour later, Audrey calls Mamaw and me to ask if we would help her track her buck. So we met at their house, her mom (our youngest daughter) son in law, Audrey, Mamaw and I went to locate her buck. She found the first blood sign. As we were literally crawling into the woods she says, "guess you can call me the deerslayer now!". Half hour later, we have it located and dragging it out of the woods. Here is my youngest granddaughter with her first buck.
Of course being a first grader here is a funny picture:
At the taxidermist her dad was telling him he told her she should look for something wider than the ears. She went over to the deer's head and said look dad, as she stood the ears up like a German Shepard, see, way past the ears!! Great hunting all and stay safe. A proud grandpa (Bop) for sure.
He said in the text, "eating green apple twizzlers and drawing on her computer, paper pencil to noisy in th blind.
Half hour later, Audrey calls Mamaw and me to ask if we would help her track her buck. So we met at their house, her mom (our youngest daughter) son in law, Audrey, Mamaw and I went to locate her buck. She found the first blood sign. As we were literally crawling into the woods she says, "guess you can call me the deerslayer now!". Half hour later, we have it located and dragging it out of the woods. Here is my youngest granddaughter with her first buck.
Of course being a first grader here is a funny picture:
At the taxidermist her dad was telling him he told her she should look for something wider than the ears. She went over to the deer's head and said look dad, as she stood the ears up like a German Shepard, see, way past the ears!! Great hunting all and stay safe. A proud grandpa (Bop) for sure.
