Well, gun seasons over, deer are butchered, and finally taking a moment to reflect on how good I have it. I do thank the Good Lord above for the 2 biggest blessing in my life – my daughters Lindsey and Olivia.
Like most, we were greeted with the 40mph winds on Saturday to kick off the season. Given the conditions, we again this year just sat in the comfort of the Wieland’s tower and enjoy the very limited time we had. Both girls came down to the farm from college and only had Saturday and Sunday morning to hunt before returning to class.
We had 1 little isolated spot the was protected from the wind and the deer took full advantage. Fawns and does continually came out into a mix of alfalfa and beans to graze. Then they would return into the woods to bed while others came out. After passing on about 4 little bucks, a nice 4×4 came out to join the party with the does. Olivia didn’t hesitate to call the shot and obliterated its heart at about 230yrds across the plot. Fun to watch! No gun in my hand and not even worried about a need to follow up. He made the mistake of giving her a quarterd toward her shot with a 2′ wide window between the does in front of him. Like a cartoon, all dozen deer in the field went airborn and scattered like prairie dogs. As the herd dissipated, her buck hit the ground just a few yards away from impact.
The girls went out to pull him off into the shade. It gave me a good chuckle to see the “Team Work” – One watching and one working – LOL. They got their act together and realized it was going to take both girls in order to get it done.
Sunday was much more pleasant with a lot less wind. We had plenty of does and small bucks crossing our field and pretty much non stop action until about 10 am. Olivia had to work that afternoon and headed out of the tower at about 10:45am. Just minutes after hearing her pull out of the driveway, I spotted a doe being chased through the woods. She bolted out into our field with her tongue hanging out and looking quite exhausted. Fortunately, just yards behind her was Brutus, with his nose to the ground chasing her. AND a party bonus – a second buck with his antlers lowered and just about to ram Brutus in the rear end.
I was in the best position to shoot so I dropped the hammer on our #1 target first. Chip shot at about 150 yrds. He spun 180 degrees and dropped like a ton of bricks. The second buck made a fatal mistake. As I bolted up the next round, he just happened to remain in my field of view. Like slow motion, he just trotted out further into my field. A touch of the trigger and he balled up and it was game over – We’re tagged out for bucks. Lindsey had to leave by 1pm for school and we discussed filling her tag. (group or party gun hunting is legal in WI).
Few other Hi/lows –
Had a lot of yearlings feeding in the plots. Seemed like the mature does were content to stay in the woods and graze on acorns. By mid week, they changed over to corn and my neighbors had a ton of deer in their fields.
Road hunter stopped on the road in the valley beneath my stand and shot a yearling. After driving all the deer out of my sanctuary area, the little button buck came out flopping into my field. I wouldn’t let it go to waste, so i finished it and tagged it.
Nephew that never deer hunted before came up for the last weekend to hunt with me. Poor city kid got the whole experience. After sitting all morning and not seeing anything, he started in with the “lets go in and eat lunch….” I laughed and said we were staying right there. Few minutes later, an anterless came out and gave him a perfect opportunity. about 150yrd shot while grazing. He made a very well placed shot and it dropped dead in its tracks. So not only did he get to field dress his first deer, we skinned and butchered it that night also. Good learning experience for him.
So, as I pack away our stuff, load the pictures onto the hard drive, I again think I am so blessed.