Had a heck of a hunt Sunday morning. Pulled up to the property to a driving rain and was bummed. Decided to play out the morning rain in a box blind near our back property food plot and see if I couldn’t luck into a doe dragging a buck through.
So there I sit, warm and dry playing on my phone and right about 7:20, I set my phone down a there is a head just poking into the food plot, staring at me. Dang it, she doesn’t smell me but she caught the movement. She nervously backs out (not spooked per say) and pulls a few more deer with her. I don’t confirm what they are but if there was a buck following, that was a costly error.
Around I decided to walk our small strip back field (about 70 yards wide) that is between hardwoods and an Ag field and play a ground sit where some giants have been cruising. I silently (everything is soaked) push to the back corner and as I get about to my spot I see a big body out in the Ag working a scrape. I’m thinking, wind in my face, chest high golden rod between me and the hedge, if I can pull this deer, I can put a stalk on him.
Ok here we go, slip off the backpack hit the grunt tube and look. No reaction. Ok one more grunt, louder longer challenge. Bang head up, swiveling to catch the sound. Starts slowly moving from the ag toward my hedge. Holy crap phase 1 is working. Ok now I gotta get to 20 yards of that hedge, be ready for him to pop out and be in position. He stops to work another scrape, here we go. Hands and knees slide to the hedge, I cover 30 yards in a minute, dead quiet. Pop up to check him, he is now 50 out and coming slow and steady on a rope. Holy crap this is gonna happen. I get greedy. Give me 10 more yards to get within 15 of the hedge, I make the move, pop up, he is still coming. He is now just behind the hedge within 25 yards, I slowly rise to catch his position. I lose him. He vanished. I look for a full three minutes, how could he be gone? It was right there? Flash of antlers just behind hedge, oh holy crap he’s at 15 yards. I quickly pop down into the golden rod and holder the crossbow. He clears the hedge into my field at 10 yards I have my crosshairs on him but I don’t want a frontal through golden rod. Comon dude, little more. After what seems like an eternity of looking, he steps through fully and turns broadside to the left at SEVEN STEPS. I slowly raise up, on his shoulder, he sees me, tenses up, I have golden rod in the scope still, but screw it, pull the trigger. He makes two bounds, flickers his tail, falls over dead. HOLY CRAP THAT JUST HAPPENED. I was over the moon. Was a story book spot and stalk that was out of a freakin TV show.
Not a giant deer, but certainly respectable and probably one of my best hunting memories of all time. Absolutely incredible Sunday morning.