by TBark » Tue Jan 25, 2005 9:47 pm
The storey..
This hunt was on public land, which is not real common for a big buck in this area. Normally this buck would be seen on private land, as specially 4 weeks into the season.
I saw him out at about 400 yards on the other side of a tree strip, he disappeared behind the trees. I told my buddy I was going after him. oi had the deaw license, my buddy had the doe tag. I had to run parallel to him and I had hoped that I would see him in the next tree break.
I'll first describe this "buck for wildlife" piece of land. it is a crown grazeing area. The leasee remove their cattle when hunting season starts. The land has tree strips. these strips are perfectly straight, they run the whole mile and they are about 300 yards appart but the bush is only about 20 yards wide. So it is ideal to keep an eye on 2 large pieces of open land, while staying in cover.
Anyways, when I saw the buck go behind the one strip, I hustled up to the trees and started to make up some distance on him. I should also say that this property ends at a very knarley valley, that is where these deer hide out. If the buck had made it to the edge, and then over, my chance at him would have been over. So I was at a joggers pace after him. I stayed on my side of the trees, so as not to spook him. The land had some rolling hills too so when I thought I had caught up to him, I then made my way into the 20 yds of bush. I peered out into the next open area where he was supposed to be, but I saw nothing, my gut sank, I waited about a minute, then I saw his rack appearing from over a bit of a hill. My heart started beating. He was sontering, not running at all, no worries I guess. Within seconds, his whole body was in view, but still pretty far, 300 yards apprx. I looked in front of him to see just how far he had to go to jump the edge, and It was about 100 yards still. I glassed him with the binocs, I knew he was a good one. I brought up my Rem 7mm mag, model 700 BDL LH, leaned against a tree, safety off, and squeezed the first shot, I heard a pop, and saw him jump a bit. He picked up the pace, but I knew he was hit. I took all 4 shots, til I saw him go down.
I put in another shell and started the walk up to him.
The closer I got, the more excited I got, he just got bigger and bigger.
My buddy got on the cobra radio and I told him to unload the quad. This is the first deer that 2 guys could not lift onto the back rack of a quad, even when he was gutted out.
The picture above shows most of him. He had a good set of hind legs too, thick. good jerky meat.
This was my 2003 Mule deer draw. I was not drawn this year, but it is due up for me again in 2005.
TBark