My old huntin' buddy, Jesse, flew in from Tulsa to join me on a wekend hunt at our lease just SE of Pleasanton. After loading up with gear and supplies, we were finally on the road at 2:30 pm Friday afternoon. The drive down was slow, with mist and periods of heavier rain. Most of my hunting setups are tripods or tree stands, which are not very comforting in a windy, 45* rain. Deciding to sit in a popup Cheeze had put up near a rifle blind, I grabbed my bow and some hand corn and headed out. Jesse decided to observe from the tower blind, so he followed me in, climbing up as I hand corned the lanes. I was sitting in wait at 4:15 pm, with a feeder about 100 yards away scheduled to throw at 4:30.
The fedder spun quite a bit of air as the corn had run dry a few days before. The rain was coming down lightly and Jesse texted me about a deer he saw 75 yards to the left, moving away from our area. 5 minutes later, that same deer, a long horned spike, crossed right in front of me, 10 yards beyond the corn. He appeared to be on a mission. The texting continued for the next hour as Jesse would see deer I had no clue were around. I then looked out my right window. There at 15 yards were two doe, gazing intently, hoping to see something move inside the shoot through mesh. I grabbed my bow. Noticing another doe out the front window, I readied for the draw. The older doe scurried off, though the bigger of the three moved into my front window lane, joing the smaller at the corn. My phone vibrated I had another text though I had come to full draw, waiting for that close side leg to step forward. The smaller doe turned her head to see a big ol' boar wallowing down at the feeder as the deer in my peep stepped. My home made lighted nock disappeared and reappeared in an instant as the doe bucked, jumped, and ran forward and to my left.
I checked my text. "Pig" Jesse had sent me, not seeing the deer I had been watching. He noticed them and started taking pics with his DSLR, all while I drew and shot. We will have to check what he got later. The rain continued, so after 10 minutes I crawled out to check the arrow and look for blood. Light was beginning to fade as the blood trail was quickly being diminshed. With flashlight in hand and Jesse going back to get his from the truck, I followed the most obvious path through cactus and mesquite, finding the blood trail, and eventually the deer. She had only made it about 45 yards before crashing with the double lung shot. The Slick Trick had once again done an outstanding job. The next step was now skinning, cleaning and quatering in the cold down pour. I was soaked and numb, but it was well worth it! My first deer of the season.
Todd
The fedder spun quite a bit of air as the corn had run dry a few days before. The rain was coming down lightly and Jesse texted me about a deer he saw 75 yards to the left, moving away from our area. 5 minutes later, that same deer, a long horned spike, crossed right in front of me, 10 yards beyond the corn. He appeared to be on a mission. The texting continued for the next hour as Jesse would see deer I had no clue were around. I then looked out my right window. There at 15 yards were two doe, gazing intently, hoping to see something move inside the shoot through mesh. I grabbed my bow. Noticing another doe out the front window, I readied for the draw. The older doe scurried off, though the bigger of the three moved into my front window lane, joing the smaller at the corn. My phone vibrated I had another text though I had come to full draw, waiting for that close side leg to step forward. The smaller doe turned her head to see a big ol' boar wallowing down at the feeder as the deer in my peep stepped. My home made lighted nock disappeared and reappeared in an instant as the doe bucked, jumped, and ran forward and to my left.
I checked my text. "Pig" Jesse had sent me, not seeing the deer I had been watching. He noticed them and started taking pics with his DSLR, all while I drew and shot. We will have to check what he got later. The rain continued, so after 10 minutes I crawled out to check the arrow and look for blood. Light was beginning to fade as the blood trail was quickly being diminshed. With flashlight in hand and Jesse going back to get his from the truck, I followed the most obvious path through cactus and mesquite, finding the blood trail, and eventually the deer. She had only made it about 45 yards before crashing with the double lung shot. The Slick Trick had once again done an outstanding job. The next step was now skinning, cleaning and quatering in the cold down pour. I was soaked and numb, but it was well worth it! My first deer of the season.
Todd
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