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RunWithSasquatch
Pretty sure this buckaroo was singing a tune in his head:lol:
Well I'm hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded
Heres the fruits of this years deer harvest.
I didn't hunt as hard as usual this year, and didn't get out as many days as I would have liked. Truck was MIA for a good portion of the season.
Time grew short, real short in fact, and I had not seen a shooter buck in legal hours.
This last Wednesday my dad called me up to let me know he took Thursday (yesterday) off and wanted to hunt for one last chance to put some meat in the freezer for him.
Turned out well for him, we got on a little buck at the 10am hour only about 1/4 mile in behind a gate. No hooter, but will fry nicely.
Good justification for a days off work.
So today, I woke with the last chance for adding to the freezer collection. Enlisted the help of partner Joel, and we set out at 6 am, for the same gated unit for a first light harvest.
About 4 miles before the gate I close the distance on another riggins, and was lucky enough to watch him park at the gate I was hoping for.:think:
Continue on up the road to some units that were further up the ridge, and end up playing chicken with loaded dump trucks about every 5 minutes in the process... all went well.:dance:
Reach the other units, and solid fog, and cold. 30 degrees. Work out along the ridge of the unit, able to see out to 100+ yards at times, and jumps 3 does out of a thicket right off the bat. Hunt that area for a while longer and get tired of being blind in the fog, and decide to head to new country.
In process, we drive by the gate that we wanted.... and no one was there:think: 10am at this point, and I don't hesitate to pull in. Work the unit, about a half mile in, and the fog begins to lift, and the sun begins to shine.
Find nothing of interest in the unit and head into the timber, fallowing stampedes of buck and doe tracks, criss crossing all over the dirt road. About another 1/3 of a mile in, we set up shop, check wind, and work the ticklers for a while, rattling, and listening. Give the stand about 30-45 minutes to develop, and dont like what we have going, so we close shop and head back for the truck, through the unit.
Soon as we leave the timber, flashes for white catch my eye, and am pleasantly surprised to find 3 deer about 50 yards up climbing there way up.
Joel and I get our bearings, and go to work checking heads... Doe... Doe... BUCK
He climbs a bit further, and decides to go side hill, and take a look at the yay-hoo's standing in the road.... Game over at 12:30 in the afternoon sun. 125 yards on the ranger finder.
ray: Nothing like a last day of season buzzer beater.
Also not a heavy rack buck, but sure had a body. Had it cleaned, and the half mile to the riggins by 2pm, or just a little before.
Hung and cleaned by 4:30.
And I am out of the shower, and enjoying a cup of coffee by 6:30
Well I'm hot blooded, check it and see
I got a fever of a hundred and three
Come on baby, do you do more than dance?
I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded
Heres the fruits of this years deer harvest.
I didn't hunt as hard as usual this year, and didn't get out as many days as I would have liked. Truck was MIA for a good portion of the season.
Time grew short, real short in fact, and I had not seen a shooter buck in legal hours.
This last Wednesday my dad called me up to let me know he took Thursday (yesterday) off and wanted to hunt for one last chance to put some meat in the freezer for him.
Turned out well for him, we got on a little buck at the 10am hour only about 1/4 mile in behind a gate. No hooter, but will fry nicely.
Good justification for a days off work.So today, I woke with the last chance for adding to the freezer collection. Enlisted the help of partner Joel, and we set out at 6 am, for the same gated unit for a first light harvest.
About 4 miles before the gate I close the distance on another riggins, and was lucky enough to watch him park at the gate I was hoping for.:think:
Continue on up the road to some units that were further up the ridge, and end up playing chicken with loaded dump trucks about every 5 minutes in the process... all went well.:dance:
Reach the other units, and solid fog, and cold. 30 degrees. Work out along the ridge of the unit, able to see out to 100+ yards at times, and jumps 3 does out of a thicket right off the bat. Hunt that area for a while longer and get tired of being blind in the fog, and decide to head to new country.
In process, we drive by the gate that we wanted.... and no one was there:think: 10am at this point, and I don't hesitate to pull in. Work the unit, about a half mile in, and the fog begins to lift, and the sun begins to shine.
Find nothing of interest in the unit and head into the timber, fallowing stampedes of buck and doe tracks, criss crossing all over the dirt road. About another 1/3 of a mile in, we set up shop, check wind, and work the ticklers for a while, rattling, and listening. Give the stand about 30-45 minutes to develop, and dont like what we have going, so we close shop and head back for the truck, through the unit.
Soon as we leave the timber, flashes for white catch my eye, and am pleasantly surprised to find 3 deer about 50 yards up climbing there way up.
Joel and I get our bearings, and go to work checking heads... Doe... Doe... BUCK
He climbs a bit further, and decides to go side hill, and take a look at the yay-hoo's standing in the road.... Game over at 12:30 in the afternoon sun. 125 yards on the ranger finder.
ray: Nothing like a last day of season buzzer beater.Also not a heavy rack buck, but sure had a body. Had it cleaned, and the half mile to the riggins by 2pm, or just a little before.
Hung and cleaned by 4:30.
And I am out of the shower, and enjoying a cup of coffee by 6:30
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