Headed up for an evening hunt last night. Figured it was the middle of the week and pressure would be less. Spotted a few does and was unable to get close enough.
Then we spotted a buck near the edge of a field. Quickly hunkered down so we would not be seen. Crawling on hands and knees along the the edge of the field. We were able to close the distance to about 60 yards. The max distance that I feel confident in is 35 yards.
By this time my blood is flowing. I have never killd a deer! I have drawn back on a doe only to let down because a fawn followed behind. This was going to be my first attempt at a buck.
Crawling slowly to close the distance. My buddy sits up to range the buck who has his head down directly facing us. Ranges him at 20 yards. I'm ready! Then says it is a forky horn...
I don't believe him. I sit up to look, and sure enough he gets to walk.
Talk about deflating my bubble! Oh well! He'll be bigger next year!
Overall the most excitement this season, getting to stalk a buck with out getting made. There is still some time left so hopefully I can have some more fun in the mountains!
