_After a few subtle hints at a friendly function, I knew my associate would like to have a chance at viewing the elusive whitetail up close. He had recently been on a work contract to the Nunavut and enjoyed learning the Inuit traditions and their customs. While in the Arctic he was able to harvest his first Caribou and in turn supply the Elders in the community with meat for the long winter ahead. He now had a thirst to learn more about wildlife in his own community and I could see the fire in his eyes as we discussed his adventures.
I gave him a telephone call and let him know that I planned on taking a walk on Saturday morning and wondered if he was interested in tagging along. I did not know what to expect and did not know if he would have the proper gear to stay warm for the long sit in a windy tree. Regardless the plan was made and I told him to be at my house for 6 am and to dress warm. After a restless sleep the alarm clock rang. As I made my way to the kitchen I could see the faint glow of tail lights on the road in front of my house. It was 5:20 am and my friend was there ready to go on our walk. As I chuckled to myself, I invited him inside the house.
_ bleet called a couple of times but with not much was stirring. I suggested that maybe it was time we made some noise. He looked at me in a puzzled looked as though I wanted him to talk, until I pulled out my Rattle Pack. I rattled for about 30 seconds and put my rattle down. Just then I noticed movement to the south of our stand. A buck was responding to our call and was headed right towards us down the fence row. I had brought along my video camera but as I put down the rattle I seemed to bury the camera in my bag. There was no time to dig for it and I knocked my Cobra release on the waxy string. The deer was almost to the opening. Do I draw my bow I wonder in suspense? As the buck takes his next step I draw and at that moment he turns his body as though to walk in a direct line towards our tree. In fear of not having the ideal broadside shot any longer, I realize that it is either now or never. I release the arrow out of my Martin Cheetah Compound bow and with the solid thump the buck rears and dashes. We can see him cross an opening about 200 yards to the West. With anticipation heightened, we decide to let the deer sit for an hour before going to find it. Through the tall foliage it is hard to tell where he has laid down.
__enough they alert us that the deer is laying in the waterway. High fives all around and some pictures were taken. What an exhilarating morning. It was not long and the deer was loaded on the ATV and headed to the truck.
The Tundra that instilled more than a placed of employment for Michael, had now given him the opportunity to experience our heritage right in his home town. I think it is safe to say that Michael will be hooked and soon be wandering around the woods in hopes of seeing the Elusive Whitetail.
Until next time......Happy Hunting!
Danielle Russell ©December 2011
_It started on the morning of November 5, we rendezvous in Tilbury and depart for the spoils of Norfolk County’s controlled shotgun hunt, also known as deer camp, an annual family tradition that I cherish. On board for the trip my father Richard driving his new Dodge Cummins 4x4, his older brother Rene who is on his first trip to deer camp, my brother Kevin who is two years my senior and our pal Brad, our camp comedian and hunting guru. We meet up with locals Greg Debuck who we call the chief scout, based on his intuitive scouting ability, and his daughter Amber - college student taking a break from the books to try and shoot her first deer, and friend Greg Piper, who has been scouting the area and has more trail cameras than I have underpants, he's got the bucks in his area patterned ready to break in his new Savage .220 shotgun. Our camp is a far cry from roughing it with satellite TV for watching Sundays pigskin games, and hunting shows.
_ farmer will not be happy with as it is very short and the deer have really taken over with bedding areas all over, the field is long and relatively narrow and in the shape of a horseshoe surrounded on three sides by bush that has been recently logged out, leaving a easy and quiet walk in on the series of logging trails. A month before Brad and I had made a scouting trip to this farm to look for the best area to put up stands which saved us a lot of work on this busy morning.
While setting up the first stand we bump a few young does that take off into safety of the corn field, after all our stands were set up and shooting lanes cleared we head onto a few more farms to set stands and scout, we return to our HQ and complete a few routine camp maintenance chores. Saturday evening is steak dinner barbecued by Brad, and watch hockey night in Canada. Sunday we set up a heavy wooden stand for Greg Debuck and his daughter to hunt from on a newly aquired hunting property, we return to camp and watch football and enjoy a large ham cooked by my Dad. After dinner its gear check time, and everybody discuses their expectations for the morning and what scents and calls they plan on trying, I am excited to try my new slug barrel and scope I purchased for my old 870 after watching a mature buck walk past me out range of my smooth barrel setup. My ammunition of choice is “light field hybrid elite”, a high tech sabot slug with a good reputation for being accurate at ranges beyond 100 yards. We all head to bed and dream of shooting the bucks we will see in the morning, an effect opening morning can have on a hunter
_ shine on the corn field with the wind blowing into my face, and ideal setup. Civil twilight ticks, and I remove my shotgun from my gun sock and load up weapon. I feel a vibration in my chest pocked and check my phone, it reads 6:53 text message from Greg piper “buck down”, 5 minutes I get another saying, “another buck down”, “I then get picture of his beauty buck, nice 8 point worthy of a wall mount.
My stand is set up 25 yards from the edge of a corn field and in front of a pine tree bush lot, a high traffic area. The rest of the morning goes on, I feel as if I may not see a deer on this first hunt, at 9am I see a small 6 buck walking through the short corn field about 3 rows in, he is totally unaware of my presence so quietly and slowly ready my 870 express slug gun, and put my Bushnell scope crosshairs on his shoulder and wait for him to step out of the corn and into the harvested edge of the field. I take a deep breath, exhale and I squeeze the trigger and the small 6 pt buck drops in his tracks, 36 yards, no need to track this one. The sound of my shot got the attention of my uncle who is only 200 yards away and my father who can see me from the opposite end of the field, before I can even grab my phone to text my father, he beats me to it, asking what I had shot. 3 bucks down by 9am, good start to the week, he writes. I wait about an hour and decide its time to get down tag and field dress this nice young buck, my uncle meets me at my long since expired deer and congratulates me on shot, now time for the real work to begin.
_ Day 3 which was a full moon Piper shoots yet another 8 pt and Brad does the same. We are very thrilled to have 5 bucks hanging - four of which are 8 pointers and all are large bodied animals. Day 4 is lousy weather, a few close calls but no tags filled.
Friday morning my brother shot a doe, first doe down all week, we couldn’t believe it took until day 5 to finally fill one of our additonal doe tags. I drive the atv back to my brothers tree stand which has produced many harvest over the years. My brother and I have never shot a deer on the same year, a strange stat which was really strange how this had yet to happen, which made the day kind of special. I watch him field dress the doe and we bring it back to camp and hoist it up the now full buck pole, Brad is a stickler about all of the heads hanging evenly on the pole to make the picture look good. Friday evening and the last hunt for most of the camp who are heading home in the morning. The evening hunt is pretty quiet, until the last 15 minutes of legal shooting light, I spot a doe crossing the field approx 130 yds away. I steady my shotgun on the shooting rail and ready my safety. I put my crosshairs on the does shoulder and squeeze the trigger, the doe drops to her knees and quickly spins around, so I put another round quickly into her shoulder. A shot which was probably not needed however with darkness looming I do not want to risk a flashlight tracking job. I walk out to this doe and tag her with my additional doe tag and begin field dressing her, I am greeted by my Dad and Brad who help me drag the doe to the truck waiting at the road, about 200 yds away.
Back at camp we begin to celebrate and eat a nice pork roast fresh from the oven and talk about our exciting week. We had never shot so many large bucks in deer camp in one year, Truly a special year with good friends and family, lord willing we will have a hundred more of these trips. Saturday morning we say goodbye to our host the Debuck family and take our camp pictures and head home to return to our spouses. What a year!
Brian Tellier © 2011
6 Hour Journey
_ The- eagerness of Deer camp was finally satisfied when we stepped into the car for the 6 hour journey to the cabin in the north. The rest of the gang had headed out beforehand but with the office now in the rear-view we were on our way to meet them. When we arrived in the late hours, the fire had a few embers left and our whispers echoed off the rock ledge. Soon the gang awoke and the fire resumed life. Laughter and tales were told and a plan was made for where everyone would hang their stands in the morning.
With the recent sale of my old ATV, my options were narrowed, so I settled on riding shotgun with my Dad on his Honda 350. All the stands were hung and lots of sign in everyone’s area. We had a new hunter in our group this year, my cousin James. My brother opted to have him nearby so that he could show him the back country after the morning watch.
__his crossbow. The man said to the wife,as soon as the bear is close enough you shine the light and I will rid us of our thief. As the bear swaggered toward the house in the shadows of the darkness, the trembling of the man’s voice summoned the light. The man put an end to his midnight bandit once and for all. As it turns out this bear is Ontario’s second largest Black bear in history, weighing in at just under 800 lbs. What an exhilarating story to get us all pumped up before the morning hunt.
The morning fog was dense and was hard to see through the mist as everyone headed to their stand. The fine droplets of water that had suspended in the air, were noisily decending to the leaf filled floor below. The woods were awakening. As I sat in my tree I wondered if I would hear or see anything today. It was just then that the woods echoed with shots fired from the North of me. Time seemed to stand still as I waited for my two-way radio to ring with results. It was our crew - two bucks down, what an impressive start to our week. We aided our friend and it was not long until our hanging pole showed success. With a hearty lunch and heightened spirits we all took to the field for the afternoon watch.
_trigger at my only opportunity. The doe rears and dashes toward the South. Trying to listen above the thumping in my heart, I hear the crash and know she has expired. I have always been a firm believer in making sure I have the perfect shot but with re-assurance from my gang, and practice I knew that this was a shot I was comfortable with. This was the first time I released on a deer on the run and my adrenaline was pumping. As I try to sit quietly in the silent aftermath, I am eager to check out my deer before nightfall. Just then I spot another doe coming from the East. The evergreens are thick and it is hard to see through them. I estimate where she will next appear in hopes of a clearing through the crowded forest. I steady my Winchester .308 and she appears. I squeeze my trigger and the large Whitetail tumbles through the foilage to her final resting place.
I am eager to get out of my treestand, but knowingly await the 30 minute regulation that our group has established. With nightfall fast approaching I know that I must get a hold of my gang as they were all awaiting the report. It was not long and the boys were by my side with cheers and high fives.
4 deer in one day was a record for our Hunt Camp with only two tags left to fill. The week was off to a great start. Great memories with great friends made opening day for 2011 one I will cherish for years to come.
Until next time….Happy Hunting
Danielle Russell ©2011
A COUPLE BUCKS THAT ARE ON MY HIT LIST - and 1 weird looking little dude!
SNOW BURDEN GROUND
As the season draws close to an end, I trek out for once last venture to the treestand. The air is clean as I fill my lungs with each icy breath. The snow burdened ground is untouched with only small saucer sized holes where animals had been grazing and the steady path that leads to them. It looked as though maybe the herd had been here this morning and perhaps I will not see them tonight. The hours of darkness are near and as I glass the horizon with my Bushnell H2O binoculars, I wonder where my season has gone. It seems likes only yesterday that my two children shared with me as we watched a beautiful buck grazing on the soybeans earlier this year. With the beans long gone and the barren flat landscape desolate, I sit and wait. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement to the far west corner. Five does enter the field. They forage the field back and forth and continue to gravitate towards my Montana Deer decoy. The clover and alphalpha under the snowfall proves to be a great feeding ground for the hungry herd. I try to be patient. I hope they make it before it is too dark. The snow allows for a bit more light than normal which can be deceiving. As I watch these five does, I really was a little neglectful to my backside and thought I better turn around and make sure nothing else was going on around me. As I turn I notice a nice buck standing at my bait site (which is buried under the snow). He is rubbing his nose on the cedars and does not seem to be disturbed. As I turn I try and hook up my release, but I cannot even see my string. It has become dark. The sites on my bow are nothing but a silouette. I cannot shoot him. I have waited all season for the big buck to present a shot and this is what he gives me.
The cold has chilled every bone in my body and my family must be
wondering where I am. The five does that are still feeding have not given me the opportunity to leave. There shadows still on the horizon. Finally I feel that they are far enough away and the numbness in my toes tells me it is time to get down. As I descend a deer to the east blows and this creates the deer to the west to blow back. I slowly sneek through the middle of two different yards of deer and creep back to my truck. I can still see the deer silhouettes on the snow if I get my eyes low enough.
With my trembling hands I start my Chevy and get the heat going. My feet starting to thaw send sharp pains through my hole foot. Tonight my buck gave me my opportunity and I could not take the shot….lets hope he makes it through the winter!
Until next time
Danielle Russell © 2010
My 1st Bow Harvest - 2010
The year began with the ambition of getting into bow hunting. After years of hunting with my dad and brother with rifle / shotgun, I thought it was time to try something new. After months of searching and deciding to buy new or used, I decided to buy a BRAND NEW Excalibur Exocet 200 crossbow from our local archery store "ATKINS ARCHERY". After knocking on some doors I acquired a few woodlots to hunt for the fall and I was all set to go. Know I just needed the deer.
I baited for about 1 month with apples and corn with molasses (Rolling Acres deer feed from TSC Stores), and built a few ladder stands out of two by four studs. A little paint and I was all set-up.
The season was here! It all started one day afer work. Upon arriving to my stand around 5:30pm and sitting patiently for an ideal shot. The doe appeared for the first time after bleeting my (Red Head doe bleat call), she walked across in front of me first at 30 yrds but never gave up a clean shot. About 10 minutes past and I bleated another 3 times, no more than 2 minutes later the doe returned this time heading my way on the edge of the field. After she stepped in a clearing on my right quartering to me, i unleashed my excal, the shot went right through.
I must say I loved the experience and look forward to filling my buck tag now. After only 5 hunts I was successful with my Excalibur, I can't wait for the big buck now!
Brian Tellier © Oct 2010
OPENING DAY 2010
Opening morning, my alarm goes off at 5:20 but I was already awake lying in bed going over in my mind how I hoped the morning would unfold. A quick shower, cup of coffee and out the door to a stand I couldn’t wait to get into. My PRIMOS TRUTHCAM 35 trailcam has shown that two mature whitetails have frequented the area I was planning to hunt. Stands were hung in July, practice showed that my Hoyt Alphamax was tuned and ready to go, the new Scent Blocker suit my Girlfriend Ashley bought me was laid out, video camera charged, packback packed, opening morning was here. Lets get it on!
I guess the real beginning of this story starts 11 years ago with the pull of the trigger from my Grandfathers .308 on my first whitetail. I have lived and breathed hunting since a very young age, of all people my Mother bought me my first BB gun when I was 8. Hunting game animals for food has been a part of my heritage now for four generations. I was introduced to it at a young age by my father and Grandfather who are both still whitetail hunters themselves, I have been lucky to have shared some of the most memorable hunts with them that I will never forget. I owe all of my success in this sport to them for introducing me to this great Canadian heritage. Hunting groundhogs with them on a dairy farm my Great Grandfather started and my two uncles still run today is where my hunting roots began.
Being blessed with this great whitetail habitat to hunt on, I successfully harvested numerous mature bucks over the 120” mark over the years with rifle and within the last 3 years with bow. However, the 2010 hunting season was going to be something special to me. I would finally be hunting land that I could call my own. I purchased a house with 89 acres of prime whitetail habitat in WMU 59 with mixed bush, mainly hardwoods with two small swamps and about 20 acres of pasture fields in the spring of 2010. The work started right away, I had a good friend come over and plough 8 acres for me; soybeans, peas and clover were planted for summer forage and Rackstacker Superb-uck for late season hunting. The spring showed lots of wildlife and I was lucky enough during the spring turkey season to take a great Tom. While scouting mainly with my Girlfriend who planned on joining me during the upcoming season, 6 different bucks were showing up on cameras and frequenting food plots before dark, three of which were mature and the plan was made to take either one if given the opportunity.
So it’s now 6:00am, opening morning, the rush of another season is boiling inside me! In the stand I am going over everything to make sure, take an arrow out of the quiver, nock it and hang my bow in the hanger, put on my release, go over my distances with my range finder, every thing is perfect, the morning is still as can be, a slight breeze which is perfect for this stand that had lots of recent action. As day breaks I can see that the apples I put out were gone, perfect, someone made a visit recently. I am doing the usual slow head turns and as I look to my left, there, the flick of a tail. In stand for half an hour and I spot the first deer of the season. He was slowing poking his way from my left to behind me not making a sound and was only 60 yards away, how did he sneak in without being heard? Being very thick with underbrush where I was hunting the maximum shot I would have, would only be 23 yards, a chip shot for my Hoyt. As something caught his attention on the opposite side of him he threw his head up, throwing dead ferns into the air. It’s him I said to myself, a buck that I had hundreds of trail pictures of. As he’s looking away from me, I slowly grabbed my bow from the hanger and clipped on my release. He’s now about 35 yards and very slowly walking quartering towards me stopping every few steps to sniff and look around. He has now closed the distance and I kept saying to myself, just two more steps, just two more steps, and all of a sudden there was my shot at 18yards, I draw, anchor, picked my spot and release. A loud smack and as I watched that beautiful luminoked Beman, tipped with a 100gr 3 blade Rage blow clean though his vitals, he gave a good donkey kick and bolted into some balsams about 40 yards in front of me and stopped. I could hear him staggering in there and then, that all amazing sound you never forget, the sound every hunter remembers, the crash of a mature whitetail hitting the dirt! What a rush! The time was 7:09am Oct 1st 2010 and I was packing up my stuff for the 20 min walk back to my house.
Just like that the hundreds or thousands of dollars we invest in this sport, the hours upon hours of work, the endless scouting, the sweat running down your face and mosquitoes chewing at your arms while you hang those all important stands in the dog days of summer all pays off with the release of one arrow! It’s what I live for, there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about whitetail hunting.
Whether it is reading articles like this about someone else's success,
or taking new hunters out like my cousins who are getting started just like I did, or spending the evening shooting our bows with my Girlfriend who loves the sport almost as much as I do. I live for hunting whitetails through and though, the rush is like no other.
By Jonathan Witt © October 2010
EARLY SEASON TIPS
With everything set out the night before and the alarm clock ever so slowly counting down, the anticipation grew. Deer season is finally here. I have an early coffee and head in the truck to my stand, I then realize that I have forgotten my flashlight. With confidence I convince myself to still head out into the dark, constantly referring to the treetops for guidance. Only 50 yards to go and I hear a snap in front of me, still unable to see I immediately stop. Frozen in my tracks I then hear the worst sound you can possibly hear alone in the dark woods. The blood curdling squeal that makes the hair on your neck stand. Oh how I wish I had brought my flashlight, I think to myself. Ever so cautiously I unclip my knife from my belt awaiting what may happen. Still frozen in my tracks I can hear what sounds like three coyotes eating something, maybe a rabbit. I blink my eyes to try to see better through the blackness, this does not improve my sight. Just then the footsteps start to come closer. Do they realize that I am here? Closer and closer and finally I can’t take it no more and I stomp my foot. The footsteps stop. Then they start again. With my heart pumping so fast I stomp my feet again and clear my throat just enough for whatever it is to know that I am human. I hear the footsteps run off and I make it to my treestand before they come back. I can normally make it up my stand without making a sound but not this morning, opening morning. Discourage that I may have scared everything in the area away, I sit in the darkness trying to calm the thumping in my chest. With a chill in the air the sun starts to peak through the trees, the morning fog starts to lift and I notice something coming through the bean field. I see turkey after turkey appear like funny little triangles emerging from the fog heading straight for the corn pile. All 32 of them hang out for about a half an hour and then one of them make a small chirp as though the mother way saying “OK kids, let’s go”, and they all waddle away. What an interesting morning. I decide to head out for lunch and I will be back.
When I return later that day, I am sure to walk in alot quieter than this morning. As I approach my last bend in the trail I spot movement ahead. There are two does at the bait pile. One has lifted her head and will not take her eyes off of me. Finally after what feels like an eternity and my bow weighing on my arms she goes back to eating. I take one step to the left and tuck myself in behind a tree. I can only see their bodies now but at least they can’t see me. About a half an hour goes by and the one doe starts to walk towards me and the other one walk the other way. She comes about 10 feet away and does not even realize that I am there. I use H & S Scentaway and I also have a scentlok jacket on. Once I can no longer see either one, I hurry and get into my stand. Not 10 minutes later the other one comes back under my stand to try and catch up to her friend.
What a great day. Opening day has proven to be a great way to open the season , maybe the big one will come in tomorrow.
Stay tuned to see how the season pans out. Remember hunting is our heritage, be sure to share this tradition with a friend or child.
By: Danielle Russell
© Oct 2008
TO SHOOT OR NOT TO SHOOT
After a sleepless night of tossing and turning morning arrives. My dad had seen two bucks fighting 3 mornings ago and with the wind in our favour we head out with a sure plan. We arrive early and get settled in. Dad will post in my BIGGAME treestand to the east and I will be to the northwest of him in the ditch. I would rather be up high but we do not have another treestand in that area and we know there has been action there recently.
This morning must be the coldest morning yet and time passes by with our breath determining the direction of the wind. All of a sudden I hear my two way radio go off. It is dad, he sees a deer by me, he is in the treestand so he can see alot more area that me. I look all around and still do not see what he is talking about. I bleet call a couple of times to see if it will bring the deer back out. Finally I see the deer, but there is two. I radio dad on our COBRA two ways and he can now see them too. Oh no there are three!
I sit as quiet as I could be and try to position myself behind a tree, out of site from where they are. Finally they make there way across the field and I think that they are going to follow the fence row and walk straight towards dad. I wait. I see yet another deer coming out of where these three just came from, she is following the same path.
So picture this. I am blocked by a big tree so the fourth deer cannot see me and brush in front of me to the south. Directly to the east i have no cover. I am confused as to where to look I have deer all around. I can see the fourth deer headed straight towards me. I look back towards dads area to see if I can still see the other three deer and to my surprise they had snuck right into my feild and the largest doe I have ever seen is standing 40 yds. in front of me. This is great, I finally have my chance but I have no cover directly in front of me. I am ready to pull my bow back and she is now 30 yds and she stops and looks directly at me. I do not have my bow drawn. I freeze in hopes that she will continue eating and I will have my chance but instead she hops away slowly towards my dad followed by her friends. They then vere to the south and totally bypass my dad. I do not think she could smell me but rather sense the presense of something. Also she could not see my silouette due to the big tree I was standing in front of.
My chance was there. Should I have risked it and drawn and tried for her or should I have remained totally still in hopes of her returning to eating. If she would have spooked she will not return.
Did I make the right decision? Will she return?
Just another weekend in the outdoors....stay tuned for more adventures in Southwestern Ontario.
By: Danielle Russell
© Dec 2009
THE HUNT CONTINUES
It is finally Saturday and everyday my son has been asking me what I have been seeing, so I decide it’s his turn to come and join me in the treestand. We get in the stand nice and early since we may not be as quiet as usual. After only an hour or so we spot something, it’s a doe and buttonbuck and they walk right into the bait pile of corn and molasses. I think that maybe it is the same two that I have been seeing, but his buttons are getting bigger. I think I can hear my son’s heart beating from here. I look at him wondering what he is feeling. He has the biggest smile on his face. I think he just got hooked. The thrill of seeing wild whitetails in the woods is a feeling you need to feel for yourself and he just felt it. We watch the deer as they eat and then mosey on down the trail. My son, new to sitting in a stand is ready to stretch his legs and we decide to get down, as we get to the ground I spot two more does in the field. We watch a woodcock then head to the truck. On the way we got to see about twenty wild turkeys go into their roost. What a wonderful site. Imagine a big clumsy looking bird in a tree.
We had a great first hunt and I am sure my son will remember this for a long time. I hunted many years before seeing that much in one night, he was very fortunate. Stay tuned as the season progresses.
By: Danielle Russell
© Oct 2008
FIRST SNOW FLIES
It was Sunday afternoon and enjoying the peace and quiet of the day my friend calls up and wonders if I am going to make use of the first snow flurries and get out there tonight. Unsure of going out, being that it is Sunday and wanting to hang out with my kids, but knowing that the deer will be moving, I start to get ready. I prepped supper early and make sure everyone will be good for a few hours. I arrive early and get all settled in. The wind is from the west and blowing right in my face. It is cold. The wind don’t let up and thinking to myself, I wonder why I continue to sit in a cold treestand year after year. I loved the fall and the colors and the wild turkeys. Now it is cold and I really haven’t seen a deer close enough in days. I have seen them at a far and I have seen the does flagging there tails letting me know that the rut is now on and the deer will be moving. I sit alone in the frigid temperatures, wind chilling every bone in my body. Occasionally trading my hands from my coverall pocket to bow. Afraid to let my bow not be ready, but too cold to care at times. I try a grunt call and a bleat call every once a while and the whistle of the wind over powers my calls. I feel that calling may be a waste of time.
Just then I all of a sudden see a young buck step into my view. I stand up ever so slowly. He is coming toward my BIGGAME treestand, he is about 20yds and I pull back my PSE compound bow but my arrow has now fallen off the rest cause I am gripping it so tight. I slowly release just enough to flip my arrow back on the rest and the arrow makes a cling noise. Oh No, he hears it. I wait frozen in my stand with my bare hands getting cold and waiting for him to return to eating his corn. He is now perfectly broadside and I aim towards him. I realize he is only about 13yrds or so now and adjusts my sights accordingly. The arrow hits him and I see him buck and kick his rear legs back and then the arrow come out the other side. He runs toward the wind and ducks back into the woods. I hear a last breath and then hear another, followed by some rustling of the leaves. I know he is down. I wait, but can’t wait any longer and call my husband. My son Cole answers and everyone is happy at home. Scott, my husband drops the kids at my parents house and comes to help me retrieve my deer. The farmer came out to see my new trophy and he shares some stories of the past. With temperatures dropping I knew we had to get back to the kids and get this thing hung up. To Dad’s barn we go and I am met by lots of friends and relatives to share in my moment.
My first deer with my PSE compound bow. What an achievement. I have had such a great season, with lots of rewards. I have went up north with my dad and brother for a week for rifle season and have hunted near home with my bow. Hunting close to home I have been able to take my daughter to check on the baits and my older son actually in the treestand with me. Having my family share in my hunt has been very pleasing, and I look forward to next season. My first deer with a bow will never be forgotten.
By: Danielle Russell
© Nov. 2008
MR. BIG ON THE CHASE
So I have been dying to get out during the week but it seems too dark to go after work. I couldn't wait any longer and hurried out last night, knowing I only have about an hour of daylight. My son and I were barely in the treestand and he spots a doe coming from the east out of the corn field. She keeps looking around her, sure enough the buck is following her. The two of them chased each other around like a pair of dogs chasing each other around a tree. They would run then freeze, staying close to the fence row. They slowly drifted towards the centre row that we are in. They are now coming right towards us. I tell my son to get ready because they are about 60 yds away. They arrive at the fence row that goes to the west and are following it. The buck is now downwind of us and he smells my doe in heat scent that I had put out in my little canister. He takes one step towards us and then his doe moves and he decides that a real doe is better and they continue to bounce down the field towards the north.
They continue to play in the long grass just on the edge of the bush. We can see them and it's an amazing sight to see but we want him to come back. I try very hard to be patient and let nature take it's course. Finally I grab the deer antlers that are hanging beside me and make some noise. Immediately the buck turns, again wanting to come but hesitant because he has a doe right there.
Finally he lets his doe go into the bush and he starts walking back towards the centre fence row that we are in only he is a good 200 yds away. He laid down in the tall grass, and he watches as though he is waiting to see a buck appear. Time passes by and a doe appears from the same area that these two had originally appeared. She is eating and slowly drifting towards us. Then it was dark and time to go. We can't see her or anything else and we go home.
Oh what a night!
By: Danielle Russell
© Nov 2009