Post by: Slamadoo on November 09, 2013, 12:10:24 PM
Much Appreciated
Slamadoo
Post by: skagitsteel on November 09, 2013, 12:14:05 PM
Post by: PolarBear on November 09, 2013, 12:14:51 PM
Post by: 3nails on November 09, 2013, 12:21:17 PM
The rut is done around here but I have had great luck rattling and calling using the Primos "can". I prefer not to rattle as aggressively with blacktails as I do with whities. Not as hard of hits and more soft little tip tickles. And then there is rattling.. :chuckle:I've rattled in a hundred plus whities but can't rattle in a blacktail for nothing! Maybe I rattle too aggressively. I'm probably 0-40 with b-tails.
Post by: BackStrappin on November 09, 2013, 05:47:14 PM
The cool thing is there are a few bucks that have been sparring and the sound is very light, so I wouldn't get too aggressive with the rattle bags
Post by: BOWHUNTER45 on November 09, 2013, 05:53:36 PM
Post by: Slamadoo on November 09, 2013, 07:10:50 PM
Post by: PolarBear on November 09, 2013, 08:01:13 PM
Post by: Skyvalhunter on November 09, 2013, 08:06:03 PM
Post by: PolarBear on November 09, 2013, 08:11:02 PM
Post by: lokidog on November 09, 2013, 10:42:13 PM
The rut is done around here but I have had great luck rattling and calling using the Primos "can". I prefer not to rattle as aggressively with blacktails as I do with whities. Not as hard of hits and more soft little tip tickles. And then there is rattling.. :chuckle:
Done, really? I'm still seeing bucks glued to the rear ends of does around the island.
Post by: PolarBear on November 09, 2013, 10:46:04 PM
Post by: DoubleJ on November 09, 2013, 10:48:41 PM
Post by: PolarBear on November 09, 2013, 10:52:34 PM
Post by: DoubleJ on November 09, 2013, 10:55:22 PM
Post by: PolarBear on November 09, 2013, 10:56:46 PM
Post by: DoubleJ on November 09, 2013, 11:02:56 PM
Post by: PolarBear on November 09, 2013, 11:14:51 PM
Post by: deerhunter_98520 on November 10, 2013, 08:09:28 AM
Post by: pope on November 10, 2013, 08:32:04 AM
Post by: DoubleJ on November 10, 2013, 08:38:10 AM
Post by: PolarBear on November 10, 2013, 08:38:36 AM
Post by: akirkland on November 10, 2013, 02:18:13 PM
The rut is done around here but I have had great luck rattling and calling using the Primos "can". I prefer not to rattle as aggressively with blacktails as I do with whities. Not as hard of hits and more soft little tip tickles. And then there is rattling.. :chuckle:
Polarbear...I disagree Sir. I watched a dandy buck yesterday. He could care less about my presence. A 30 second stare down within 30 yards of me. I could of killed him 10 times. Put his nose to the ground and meandered off. Later in the day I watched a couple of nice spikes with their noses literally up some does arses. I saw more bucks than does yesterday. It might be winding down but love is still in the air. At least in our backyards, if you will.
Post by: PolarBear on November 10, 2013, 04:06:45 PM
Post by: akirkland on November 10, 2013, 05:20:23 PM
Post by: Old Man Yager on November 10, 2013, 06:51:56 PM
Post by: Old Man Yager on November 10, 2013, 06:54:31 PM
Post by: PolarBear on November 11, 2013, 09:13:25 AM
Post by: Old Man Yager on November 11, 2013, 07:04:26 PM
Post by: Skyvalhunter on November 11, 2013, 07:23:06 PM
Post by: Slamadoo on November 11, 2013, 07:25:45 PM
Post by: dawn2dusk on November 11, 2013, 07:36:49 PM
Post by: akirkland on November 11, 2013, 07:39:01 PM
Post by: AKBowman on November 11, 2013, 07:44:05 PM
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. :dunno:
I always find this to be the case around the Snoqualmie area. I will hunt/scout an area and not see anything no new rubs, no evidence of chasing etc than move across the road a half mile away to another area and the rut is on. Always seems to be very localized.
Post by: Wose on November 11, 2013, 07:50:32 PM
When I lived in Oregon, I grunted in a blacktail buck in the Tillamook State forest. I was so surprised it worked I got excited and moved around too quick and spooked him.
Post by: duckmen1 on November 11, 2013, 07:56:00 PM
Post by: Pete112288 on November 12, 2013, 07:30:29 PM
Post by: Slamadoo on November 16, 2013, 08:14:38 AM
Post by: rsrobins on November 16, 2013, 11:22:57 AM
Post by: Slamadoo on November 16, 2013, 10:34:18 PM
After reading the replies on here and doing quite a bit of internet scouting I finally came up with a plan about mid-week. Thursday after work I stopped by the local sporting goods store and purchased a grunt tube, bleat can, and some doe urine.
Friday morning I happened to come down with a nasty fever. Buck Fever.
I helped the wife pack up the son and head off for work and day care respectively, packed a lunch, threw my gear in the truck, and headed out.I got a little bit of a late start but was okay with that because, 1) I was deer hunting, and 2) I wasn't at work on a Friday. As I was nearing my chosen location it was snowing lightly. I knew that a storm was supposedly coming but figured I could get some hunting in and get out before any major snow hit the ground.
Eventually I found a good spot to park and stretch my legs. I worked my way down into an old clear cut. I started seeing deer tracks right away but couldn't tell how fresh they were because they had been covered in snow. They obviously weren't from that morning but I decided it was a good sign nonetheless. As I weaved my way through the reprod I began pouring doe urine on tree branches every so often. I sprinkled in a few bleats and grunts. After an hour or so the snow was picking up and I headed towards some old growth. Destiny awaited.
Post by: SemperFidelis97 on November 16, 2013, 10:44:13 PM
I just had a big 3x3 cross Meridian out here in Graham, and he was still in the RUT!!
I seen a huge 3x3 a year ago standing right in the middle of graham hill all rutted up, and stupid.
Post by: Slamadoo on November 16, 2013, 11:02:42 PM
Post by: rsrobins on November 17, 2013, 02:19:39 PM
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.Was that the end of the story? Did you miss? :dunno:
Post by: Sideswipe on November 18, 2013, 12:31:54 PM
Post by: deltaops on November 18, 2013, 03:16:24 PM
Post by: rsrobins on November 18, 2013, 08:50:42 PM
Post by: Slamadoo on November 18, 2013, 09:25:54 PM
As I walked up to him I was filled with both a sense of accomplishment and sorrow. This was a beautifull animal that I had killed. I paid my respects and got to work.
Post by: Slamadoo on November 18, 2013, 09:33:12 PM
Post by: Mike450r on November 18, 2013, 09:47:15 PM
Post by: Slamadoo on November 18, 2013, 09:58:08 PM
I quickly calculated that daylight was running short and with the snow piling up and nearly a foot in the forecast, I had limited time to get out without incident.
When I reached the buck, I immediately began caping him out. This Buck was going to hang on my wall. It was my first Blacktail and I was damn proud of him. After 5 minutes or so I heard a very loud and animalistic sound behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin in an attempt to turn and see what was making the noise. I didnt see anything. I yelled in as frightening a voice as I could muster,"Hey, Get Outta Here!" Snap! Snap! The sound of branches being broken under foot. I quickly deduced that there was most likely a large predator down wind of the buck carcass and my deer blood covered body.
Post by: Slamadoo on November 18, 2013, 10:32:17 PM
I made the decision to get all the meat that I could, as fast as I could, and to leave. As quickly as I could, I carved off neck meat. Cut out loins. Removed front quarters. The last thing I took was the heart. The cape would have to stay. I cut the neck high in an attempt to get all the neck meat I could. I filled my pack with meat, grabbed the head and left.
Slowly I inched up the hill. It wasn't long before my legs began to cramp. At first the right quad. Then the left calf. Eventually both legs in agonizing pain. "Would I make it off this hill?" "Could I crawl back to the truck if I had to?"
I cursed myself and these thoughts of weakness. Yelling at myself to "Walk It Off!" I forced march up the hill.
Reaching the truck was truly a great feeling. I thanked god for the freedom to hunt these amazing animals and for the opportunity to provide for my family. The work had been hard as hell, but it was easily my most rewarding and memorable hunt/packout. In hindsight, I really wish I would have kept that cape, but at the time I made what I thought was the best decision. Oh well, thats life. Watching that buck walk out from behind that tree and stare at me through the dark timber is something I will never forget. It is burned in my mind.
I can't wait for my next chance to hunt Blacktails in the Rut.
Slamadoo
Post by: wt on November 18, 2013, 10:43:14 PM
Post by: rsrobins on November 18, 2013, 10:47:42 PM
Post by: Clancy on November 19, 2013, 10:50:11 AM
Post by: BOWHUNTER45 on November 19, 2013, 10:57:49 AM
Rifleless, I clutched my knife. The wind howled at my back. My mind raced. The snow wasn't letting up. Dark was approaching. Who knew what was beyond the trees. Watching. Waiting.now ...that was a great story ...well earned buck ....and usually when they respond to a call they are close and are on you quick !!! Good job & a dandy buck ! :tup:
I made the decision to get all the meat that I could, as fast as I could, and to leave. As quickly as I could, I carved off neck meat. Cut out loins. Removed front quarters. The last thing I took was the heart. The cape would have to stay. I cut the neck high in an attempt to get all the neck meat I could. I filled my pack with meat, grabbed the head and left.
Slowly I inched up the hill. It wasn't long before my legs began to cramp. At first the right quad. Then the left calf. Eventually both legs in agonizing pain. "Would I make it off this hill?" "Could I crawl back to the truck if I had to?"
I cursed myself and these thoughts of weakness. Yelling at myself to "Walk It Off!" I forced march up the hill.
Reaching the truck was truly a great feeling. I thanked god for the freedom to hunt these amazing animals and for the opportunity to provide for my family. The work had been hard as hell, but it was easily my most rewarding and memorable hunt/packout. In hindsight, I really wish I would have kept that cape, but at the time I made what I thought was the best decision. Oh well, thats life. Watching that buck walk out from behind that tree and stare at me through the dark timber is something I will never forget. It is burned in my mind.
I can't wait for my next chance to hunt Blacktails in the Rut.
Slamadoo