- Location
- Back in the Peace Country
This past Saturday I went out for a coyote hunt with my 22 250. I did not have my 30/30 marlin with me, nor my deer tag. I was out in a field by some trees when a monster buck, 200 or 210 came out. This buck has been spotted before and has turned the area adjacent where I was, pretty much into a zoo.
After being quite disappointed I was sure next time to have my rifle and tag.
Fast forward to monday. I am on my way into the spot where I last seen the big buck. I meet with about 15 hunters, all of which say they saw nothing. While talking with the hunters who say they saw nothing, I manage to see out of corner of my eye, Two big lean bucks fighting in a clearing. I was surprised the guys I was speaking to couldn't hear the crashes.
I finished up the chat and they drove off none the wiser.
I put the stalk on, and was within 100 yrds listening to the tangling of antlers and grunts and huffs. As I put up my gun I saw one buck put his nose straight up in the air, give a very loud snort and both were gone like a flash, no shots fired. That was all the action I saw that day.
This evening driving home from work I consider the possibility of getting in an hour hunting. By the time I got gas etc etc. I had at most a half hour of legal light. I get into my area and see a doe right away. With the season running down and all my vacation time being used on goose season and some travel off the continent in March, I thought this might be my sausage girl for the year. Before I get a bullet in the gun she is gone. No doubt the animals are feeling the pressure.
I continue on with about 8 minutes left and to my left standing in front of a clump of trees is a little buck. I hop out of the truck and he ducks into the trees full throttle. I sneak to the trees as quiet as I can and listen to hear him in there moving around. The other side of the trees is open fields and I pretty much know he has long since ran accross the field, but I press on.
Not a sound in the trees. Just for fun I give a big snort. The buck that I thought was gone runs out to about 70 yrds and with another snort from me, he stops for a second. I could feel he was about to bolt and I squeezed one off. High shot takes him in the spine. Highest shot I have ever made or ever seen on an animal. Another 2 inches and it would have been a miss. Down he goes, and I am quickly on top of him in a matter of about 20 seconds and give him one to the head.
In the third pic you can see the entrance and exit wounds.
I am no butcher by any means and had my work cut out for me yet again. I was a bit more comfortable in Sask I must say, out in this clearing at dusk cleaning a deer where for once I wasn't worried about a grizzly eating me as I was bent over
I managed to get him in the truck and home.
He has a small rack, but what a pig, he is heavy. I couldn't get him hung in the garage so I had to go jack him up in the shed.
Saturday I get peperonis and sausages and a few cutlets off the straps.
Yippppeeee!
After being quite disappointed I was sure next time to have my rifle and tag.
Fast forward to monday. I am on my way into the spot where I last seen the big buck. I meet with about 15 hunters, all of which say they saw nothing. While talking with the hunters who say they saw nothing, I manage to see out of corner of my eye, Two big lean bucks fighting in a clearing. I was surprised the guys I was speaking to couldn't hear the crashes.
I finished up the chat and they drove off none the wiser.
I put the stalk on, and was within 100 yrds listening to the tangling of antlers and grunts and huffs. As I put up my gun I saw one buck put his nose straight up in the air, give a very loud snort and both were gone like a flash, no shots fired. That was all the action I saw that day.
This evening driving home from work I consider the possibility of getting in an hour hunting. By the time I got gas etc etc. I had at most a half hour of legal light. I get into my area and see a doe right away. With the season running down and all my vacation time being used on goose season and some travel off the continent in March, I thought this might be my sausage girl for the year. Before I get a bullet in the gun she is gone. No doubt the animals are feeling the pressure.
I continue on with about 8 minutes left and to my left standing in front of a clump of trees is a little buck. I hop out of the truck and he ducks into the trees full throttle. I sneak to the trees as quiet as I can and listen to hear him in there moving around. The other side of the trees is open fields and I pretty much know he has long since ran accross the field, but I press on.
Not a sound in the trees. Just for fun I give a big snort. The buck that I thought was gone runs out to about 70 yrds and with another snort from me, he stops for a second. I could feel he was about to bolt and I squeezed one off. High shot takes him in the spine. Highest shot I have ever made or ever seen on an animal. Another 2 inches and it would have been a miss. Down he goes, and I am quickly on top of him in a matter of about 20 seconds and give him one to the head.
In the third pic you can see the entrance and exit wounds.
I am no butcher by any means and had my work cut out for me yet again. I was a bit more comfortable in Sask I must say, out in this clearing at dusk cleaning a deer where for once I wasn't worried about a grizzly eating me as I was bent over
I managed to get him in the truck and home.He has a small rack, but what a pig, he is heavy. I couldn't get him hung in the garage so I had to go jack him up in the shed.
Saturday I get peperonis and sausages and a few cutlets off the straps.
Yippppeeee!
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