I cant believe that decoy works when it's not a fully flocked version?!! You must have some vision challenged deer where you hunt!!![]()
Don't worry, when a horny ruttin' buck comes charging in, the decoy will get "flocked" but good...
I cant believe that decoy works when it's not a fully flocked version?!! You must have some vision challenged deer where you hunt!!![]()
To be honest, if it had been the last 20 minutes of the hunt instead of the first 20 minutes I wouldn't have hesitated... but there are some very nice bucks around and I at least want to get to play with them a little.... these are the choices we often end up regretting.... but what the heck, the fire is on in the woodstove, the lasagna is in the oven and I have a meeting with Charlton Heston and Brian Keith in "Mountain Men."
That's what its about it isn't it?........ you have great story to tell that will likely play out tomorrow as well, maybe with different results, maybe not........ you observed nature in nature........ it doesn't get much better than that.......
I can't speak for anyone else, but that is why I do it.......... I make sure the freezer is full...... but I make sure I get rewarded for my work along the way.....
Well I've been in the stand for 20 minutes... this guy came in to check out my grunting and three legged doe decoy (one leg must have fallen out when I pulled it out of the attic).
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I don't think this doe liked the competition from the estrous doe scent that I sprayed on the decoy, because she peed all around the decoy... I figure that can only help when the big boys come out.
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I have to move easy because they are still 20 yardss away.
I'm heading out for the second week of rifle. party hunt, so we should get some food! its my first party hunt so im pretty excited.

That's what its about it isn't it?........ you have great story to tell that will likely play out tomorrow as well, maybe with different results, maybe not........ you observed nature in nature........ it doesn't get much better than that...
Typical hunting scenario, I had the big boys patterned and I was "chomping at the bit" to get at them. I passed up that chunky six point tje first evening, hoping to take a youngish 10 or 12 pointer for burger and sausage. Yesterday, I had 18 deer inside 20 yards... not one buck! The buggers dropped off the face of the map. In the morning I had 10 does and fawns mill around the decoy for half an hour, a couple bedded within 10 feet of the decoy and started chewing their cuds. I came close to taking a monster doe last night, she had the head of a Cleysdale and the ass of Kim Kardashian... but I passed her up and kicked myself later, she was bigger than the 8 pointer I took last week. Today was my last day... I passed up 2 does and a fork horn at first light and then just before 9 am, I rattled in a 6 (wanna be 8) pointer... we played cat n' mouse grunting and tip toeing back and forth, after 30 minutes, I finally had him in full view and shooting position, he was fat and sleek and something in my head said "good chow," but as soon as I drew my bow, he took one step and put a 6" poplar over his vitals... so I held... and held... and held... and thanked Hoyt mentally for 80% let-off and a solid "wall"... and held... and just when I was thinking of letting down, he took a step, and an arrow through the lungs. That deer covered 150 yards in 5 seconds flat, running full out, faster than I have ever seen a deer go, and he was in mid-leap when he realized that he was dead... he did a nice tuck and roll, his antlers digging in and his ass overtaking him, and then he slid for about 20 feet... it was something to watch... and so was the big 10 pointer that had been standing in the brush, unseen, behind him when I shot... the 10 was not nearly as fast, but he didn't stick around. Oh, well... that is the way the cookie crumbles for this year... mission accomplished, the freezer is stocked up again.
Typical hunting scenario, I had the big boys patterned and I was "chomping at the bit" to get at them. I passed up that chunky six point tje first evening, hoping to take a youngish 10 or 12 pointer for burger and sausage. Yesterday, I had 18 deer inside 20 yards... not one buck! The buggers dropped off the face of the map. In the morning I had 10 does and fawns mill around the decoy for half an hour, a couple bedded within 10 feet of the decoy and started chewing their cuds. I came close to taking a monster doe last night, she had the head of a Cleysdale and the ass of Kim Kardashian... but I passed her up and kicked myself later, she was bigger than the 8 pointer I took last week. Today was my last day... I passed up 2 does and a fork horn at first light and then just before 9 am, I rattled in a 6 (wanna be 8) pointer... we played cat n' mouse grunting and tip toeing back and forth, after 30 minutes, I finally had him in full view and shooting position, he was fat and sleek and something in my head said "good chow," but as soon as I drew my bow, he took one step and put a 6" poplar over his vitals... so I held... and held... and held... and thanked Hoyt mentally for 80% let-off and a solid "wall"... and held... and just when I was thinking of letting down, he took a step, and an arrow through the lungs. That deer covered 150 yards in 5 seconds flat, running full out, faster than I have ever seen a deer go, and he was in mid-leap when he realized that he was dead... he did a nice tuck and roll, his antlers digging in and his ass overtaking him, and then he slid for about 20 feet... it was something to watch... and so was the big 10 pointer that had been standing in the brush, unseen, behind him when I shot... the 10 was not nearly as fast, but he didn't stick around. Oh, well... that is the way the cookie crumbles for this year... mission accomplished, the freezer is stocked up again.




























