Saturday was the last day to hunt before heading home early Sunday morning. I went prepared to spend the whole day if necessary in the natural ground blind. As the sun began to shine the fog started rolling in. Wind was predicted to blow out of the south at 20 - 30 mph. By 8 a.m. the fog was so thick I couldn't see 100 yards. The wind started to pick up and shift from the south. I hung two fresh earth wafers and two doe in estrus wafers in the limbs above me to try and cover my scent which was now blowing in the direction I expected to get a shot.
I turned the can three times and a few minutes later this young 8 pointer came out of the creek and worked his way towards me along the edge of the wheat stubble. He looked behind himself a couple of times, but no other bucks seemed to be following him. When he paused broadside at 15 yards and looked down into the creek I came to full draw and let him have it.
He went about 20 yards and it was all over. Not the size of deer you hope for when hunting Kansas, but plenty of meat that will taste much better than the tags I've eaten the last two years.
I turned the can three times and a few minutes later this young 8 pointer came out of the creek and worked his way towards me along the edge of the wheat stubble. He looked behind himself a couple of times, but no other bucks seemed to be following him. When he paused broadside at 15 yards and looked down into the creek I came to full draw and let him have it.
He went about 20 yards and it was all over. Not the size of deer you hope for when hunting Kansas, but plenty of meat that will taste much better than the tags I've eaten the last two years.
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