What a great way to start/end the Minnesota season! I saw the forecast on the horizon, temps dipping into the freezing range and after the passing rain shower on Friday I knew I had to be in the stand on Saturday evening. This is a very cool little spot in the suburbs of the North Metro, requiring a boat to access it correctly.
I dumped the War Eagle on the river with a strong wind, and after bucking a few good waves on the 2 mile journey I arrived to the spot. It’s a picture perfect situation to hunt, especially this year because the water levels have been so high, the deer have to use a ridge line funnel right in-between the two swamps which are now full of water. It forces the deer to access a pile of Oak trees via this ridge, walking straight past my stand.
I would be able to come in from the road, and probably make the whole experience a lot easier, however it would require me to walk a little too close to the bedding area. This made a river access a whole lot more appealing, and I knew I wouldn’t blow the area out.
The wind was perfect for the spot and after checking my camera, the deer had been using the area the previous evening and morning. It was hopefully going to be the night either one of the shooters on camera was going to give me an opportunity. I wasn’t in the stand more than 45 minutes when a little 8 pointer sauntered right down the ridge before milling around the area and eventually headed towards acorn central.
Things settled down for awhile before a flock of 4 toms decided to take refuge in the area, and provided a little entertainment before the sun settled down.
I glanced towards the funnel around 6:30 and I saw a rack swaying back and forth at 60 yards. It was a shooter without a doubt, and he was headed right down the path! I was shaking like a leaf on a tree and hoping he wouldn’t be able to hear the ladder stand slightly rattling under foot.
He dipped his head as I drew on the mature buck. Through all of my nerves, I didn’t even think about his slightly quartering-to position. I let the arrow rip and it drilled him a touch far back but I had no doubts he was a goner! The shakes only became worse as the stand audibly rattled underneath me!
My heart sank when I climbed down and looked at the arrow. Red blood and guts. I guessed because of the quartering-to position that the arrow exited into the guts. It only got worse, as there were only specks of blood every 15 yards. I had waited for around an hour and a half at this point, and continued to follow blood for another 100 yards.
To say I was demoralized would be an understatement, I couldn’t believe what was happening. I decided to walk to the top of the rise and shine around the area, if I didn’t see him, I’d back out until morning.
20 yards over the rise, my flashlight met a white belly! There he was! It looked like he had bedded down and expired. The shot hit a little back but caught lung, liver and exited low guts.
It was another year in Minnesota where the first sit was also the last, and I couldn’t be more happy!