Free: Contests & Raffles.
This year is weird! The bucks around my place came in a couple of weeks earlier than those just a few miles down the road. We had 3 bucks fighting hard the last weekend of regular rifle season but have no interest in does right now. We had a 3 point in the yard eating acorns the other day and didn't want anything to do with the does feeding down in the pasture. In fact, it was almost like we was trying to avoid them. This is the same buck that was trying his hardest (no pun intended) to mount the same doe that he is avoiding from a couple of weeks ago. At the same time the bucks that my buddy was seeing in Vail and those that my Dad was watching in Shelton had zero interest in rutting at the same time that our locals were going crazy. I have heard many times this year how spotty the rut was and how much it varied from place to place.
I just had a big 3x3 cross Meridian out here in Graham, and he was still in the RUT!!
At the edge of the old growth I began moving from tree to tree. About five trees in I pulled out the bleat can and let out a squeal. It wasn't 30 seconds before I saw him. About 50 yards above me he stepped out from behind a tree and looked right down at me. I froze. I couldn't believe it. It was almost as if he had been conjured out of thin air. Immediately I knew he was big. Wide and tall. "He's a f@&$ing Monster" I thought to myself. I slowly moved my rifle from my left hand into my right and into shooting position. He didn't move. I pulled up and brought my crosshairs on him but I was trembling. Still, he stood, staring downhill. I took a deep breath, re-adjusted, and squeezed one off. BANG! He jumped up and took off like a freight train downhill. I took two more shots at him as he flew through the trees. He vanished. Doubt crept into my mind.