Posted By: DQ Kid
Heartbreak, Dejection & Elation in SW Young County - 11/22/15 07:52 PM
Guys,
I'll start by saying this week has easily been the 2nd toughest in my 45 years (the toughest being my 13 year old son's Leukemia diagnosis 10 years ago); most of you know I lost my longtime and dedicated South Texas hunting partner of 40 years, my Dad on Wednesday. After a year of dialysis and failing health, he went into cardiac arrest on Wednesday afternoon and the pain was gone for him but all too present for his large family and friends. After being with family in Corpus Christi and making the cremation arrangements on Thursday, it was time to get back in the stand here in NW Texas on Saturday and this morning for some solitude and reflection. With the wind howling nearly all day yesterday, things were very, very slow; don't think that I heard one single shot to be honest. My hope was that this morning would bring better luck. After not seeing anything nor hearing any gunshots in the low wind and 22 degree weather, I decided to break out the Primos Doe Bleat "Long can", the MAD Growl grunt and Knight & Hale rattle pack. I proceeded to alternate the grunt and rattle pack with an occasional "long can". After about 10-15 minutes of no luck, I decided to try one more series. After about 30 seconds I looked down to right from the tripod and caught movement about 150 yards away and on a quick trot. I brought the binoculars up to see that it was a very nice, heavy horned mature buck with a spread well outside his ears and tall. I quickly counted 10 points and determined he would be a nice one to harvest, in the 130-140" range was my quick estimate. Upon my stopping the rattle and grunt, he came to a stop in some partial brush. He quickly turned around and started walking away stopping very briefly behind a small bush at about 125 yards. At this point, I aimed through the light bush, high shoulder and let one ring out. He trotted out of sight behind some heavier brush. I waited about 30 minutes before deciding to get down and went to where I shot at him behind the light bush. There was actually lots of broomweed in this area, about 3-4 ft. high but no blood nor any deer. I went in the direction behind the heavier brush but still no blood in the broomweed and no deer. After doing a series of concentric circles, it became pretty apparent that I likely had rushed the shot and missed. Honestly, the emotions have been running high since Wed. with a fair number of tears shed, so it really doesn't come as a a major shocker that I did not connect on him. Though I was dejected I feel that Dad hand a hand from above in sending me the opportunity to harvest such a nice buck. Daytime mature buck sightings have been pretty sporadic on my small place the past few years so this was quite the "divine" surprise. I called my Mom on my way home and told her that I felt Dad sent this bruiser my way and she said that she also felt Dad was looking down from above. Not 100% sure, but this guy taken on camera a few nights ago could have been the "divine deer" sent my way.
The rut is definitely on and I'd hit horns, can and grunt in a heartbeat!
I'll start by saying this week has easily been the 2nd toughest in my 45 years (the toughest being my 13 year old son's Leukemia diagnosis 10 years ago); most of you know I lost my longtime and dedicated South Texas hunting partner of 40 years, my Dad on Wednesday. After a year of dialysis and failing health, he went into cardiac arrest on Wednesday afternoon and the pain was gone for him but all too present for his large family and friends. After being with family in Corpus Christi and making the cremation arrangements on Thursday, it was time to get back in the stand here in NW Texas on Saturday and this morning for some solitude and reflection. With the wind howling nearly all day yesterday, things were very, very slow; don't think that I heard one single shot to be honest. My hope was that this morning would bring better luck. After not seeing anything nor hearing any gunshots in the low wind and 22 degree weather, I decided to break out the Primos Doe Bleat "Long can", the MAD Growl grunt and Knight & Hale rattle pack. I proceeded to alternate the grunt and rattle pack with an occasional "long can". After about 10-15 minutes of no luck, I decided to try one more series. After about 30 seconds I looked down to right from the tripod and caught movement about 150 yards away and on a quick trot. I brought the binoculars up to see that it was a very nice, heavy horned mature buck with a spread well outside his ears and tall. I quickly counted 10 points and determined he would be a nice one to harvest, in the 130-140" range was my quick estimate. Upon my stopping the rattle and grunt, he came to a stop in some partial brush. He quickly turned around and started walking away stopping very briefly behind a small bush at about 125 yards. At this point, I aimed through the light bush, high shoulder and let one ring out. He trotted out of sight behind some heavier brush. I waited about 30 minutes before deciding to get down and went to where I shot at him behind the light bush. There was actually lots of broomweed in this area, about 3-4 ft. high but no blood nor any deer. I went in the direction behind the heavier brush but still no blood in the broomweed and no deer. After doing a series of concentric circles, it became pretty apparent that I likely had rushed the shot and missed. Honestly, the emotions have been running high since Wed. with a fair number of tears shed, so it really doesn't come as a a major shocker that I did not connect on him. Though I was dejected I feel that Dad hand a hand from above in sending me the opportunity to harvest such a nice buck. Daytime mature buck sightings have been pretty sporadic on my small place the past few years so this was quite the "divine" surprise. I called my Mom on my way home and told her that I felt Dad sent this bruiser my way and she said that she also felt Dad was looking down from above. Not 100% sure, but this guy taken on camera a few nights ago could have been the "divine deer" sent my way.
The rut is definitely on and I'd hit horns, can and grunt in a heartbeat!
it is tough, but keep telling myself I will be a better hunter for it.