My uncle and I scouted more or less last season and in the attempt we happened to catch site of a very nice buck, just before dark one day.The buck had assume the role of pawing up the habitat and that was a gratifying sign as the season had just started. The deer season had conclusively cpmmenced, so this was a great proof to find bucks rutting at the onset of deer season.
After inspecting the situation over, I arrived at the view that the buck typically hold up out on a smallish peninsula that jutted out into the stream (of water)that we eyed him by. After jumping the buck, he ran right to his hiding hole.
Although I rarely hunt anymore mainly because of my health, I made up my mind to go out on a hunt with my uncle last fall to try our hand at this buck. I wasn’t going to hunt, but simply help with advancing and calling to distract the buck from where he was to what was sure to be his death… or so we reckoned.
Whitetail bucks first and foremost have a few secrets that they need to show to you at the moment of decision. This whitetail was unaware that he had just revealed his hiding spot to us.
The ploy was perfect or so we thought. Here’s the story! My uncle was to get into position where he could spy on the Whitetail bucks get away route, which he did.
I was to push my way down by the stream and gradually move that white tail buck out of his hiding position, and into the open. So I began my drive along the stream , to my left. To my other side was a oversized clearcut area.
In front of me was the only wooded area anywhere around. I concluded the buck was in front of me, because I had always jumped him in the course of my scouting expedition. .
As I painstakingly made my way down to the bucks peninsula and calling every so often, everything was falling into place. Or so I reasoned. Just as I entered his hiding spot, I caught sight of him taking off in the direction that he was supposed to go. But he didn’t seem to be in to big of a rush.
So I slowly made off into the direction that he was bound for. Up front of me was a tiny brook that entered the stream with a beaver mound. This was the ambush point… or so we assumed. What occured was, as the buck was about to pass the small brook, I came out of the wooded area and it was right close to the closing of allowed shooting period and as I came out into the open, I saw the flag of a deers tail but couldn’t report if it was a buck or a doe.
It was a blackish drizzly day and so I commenced to call forcefuly and often to get my uncles attention. I didn’t know that I was distracting his attention from the buck, which allowed the buck to get clear off unharmed.
After meeting up with my uncle he revealed to me that we dam near had him. The buck had alot of points with tall tines he said. Oh well we will try him again in the future.
It just goes to show that even if you know you have a fail proof plan, that the whitetail deer buck often seems to know what your plan is and how to foil even the best laid out plans.