It's over. I spent a lot of time in the stand. Only took Wednesday off due to rain and appointments. I watched a lot of deer, but kept waiting for the big buck. When the last couple days turned windy I was somewhat regretting my decisions
. But with fifteen minutes left on Sunday, I took a nice doe. Actually the biggest doe I've ever taken. She dressed out at 145. She tested out my newish heart stent, had to pull her about 50 yards through the thickest prickly ash and swamp on the property.
But the best story of the season was that I did SEE the big buck. I picked the wrong stand for the evening. So I watched him through the binoculars from 400 yards away. He was at least a 12, with a very wide rack and big body. He came out of the neighbors woods and pawed at a scrape a couple times. He then headed into our plowed field, moving along the edge of the woods. The plowed field is a pretty good sized hill (drumlin) and my hunting buddy was on the other side of it. I was hoping my buddy would get a shot.
When the buck hit the crest of the hill he turned and angled southwest, out into the field. Perfect! But then he stopped and trotted north towards the woods. He stopped at the edge of the woods and I heard a shot. I watched him disappear into the woods, that rack was wide!, and a couple seconds later I hear another shot. What the hell, I was wondering if the neighbor showed up, because no way could my buddy get the shot into the woods.
A minute later I get a text from my buddy, "Wow!!! Got me a nice one".
Now I was really confused. I called it a night, and headed over the hill to give my buddy a hand. There he was on the edge of the woods, with a really nice eight pointer. His buck had come from the south, trotting through the middle of the plowed field. He took his first shot about 100 yards from the woods, the buck ran towards woods, stopped near the edge, and he took the insurance shot.
I think these two bucks were about to duke it out in the middle of the field!
His buck dressed out at 185.