I’ve
always been amazed at how fast luck can change in the outdoor world. First week of archery season, I was getting a
little frustrated by my lack of luck and the fact that I was seeing so few
deer. It seemed as if every hunter I
talked to was seeing deer almost every time on stand, and yet there I was with
only a couple of sightings, and none of those deer were even remotely in
range. Most of the deer I saw, in fact,
were ones that I’d spooked while walking in the woods to and from my treestand.
On
Monday night, October 12th, that all changed.
I’ve
had my trail cameras near two apple trees near a known bedding area. The bedding area had been logged a few years
back and has grown up into one of the thickest tangles of brush I’ve ever
seen. It’s almost impossible to navigate
except on your hands and knees.
Experience has taught me that when you find cover like that, you’ll almost
always find big bucks nearby, and this was no different. Almost every night, and sometimes twice per
night, a big 10-point buck worked his way out of the bedding area and visited the
apple trees. Although the visits were
always well after dark, I knew it was just a matter of time until he made a
mistake.
That
mistake almost happened Monday evening.
About 7pm, the 10-point crossed a tractor trail 50 yards from my
stand. He crossed the opening so fast
that I barely had time to react. Fifty
yards is a long shot with a bow, so I doubt I’d have taken it anyway, but it
sure got my heart pounding because I knew his next stop would be the apple tree
only 25 yards away – well within bow range.
Unfortunately,
by the time the deer made up its mind to visit the apple tree, it was too dark
to see it clearly. As I drew a bead on
the deer, I couldn’t distinguish any features.
It was like looking at a big blurry shadow. I’m not one to risk a bad shot. I knew if I shot at that moment that my
chances of actually killing the deer and successfully recovering it were less
than 10%. I’ve always been confident in
my shooting abilities, but even I know when to let it ride. It almost broke my heart to let the deer go.
I
gained one positive out of the encounter, though. As predicted, the deer was now moving earlier
in the evening. A cold stretch of
weather was main reason. Any time you
get a cold stretch of weather in October, deer movement increases dramatically,
especially if the few weeks before that cold stretch have been really warm.
The
cold weather persisted the rest of the week, with a rain/snow mix on
Wednesday. On Thursday it rained
sporadically all day but cleared up the last couple of hours of daylight, just
as I was slipping into my treestand.
What
happened in that final 20 minutes of daylight is what hunting is all
about. I’ve heard it said hunting can be
broken down into one simple equation – preparation plus opportunity equals
luck. I was prepared this time. On Wednesday I’d moved my treestand closer to
where the 10-point had come out on Monday and closer to another apple tree
along the tractor trail. I’d also
double-checked my bow to make sure it was still accurate and sharpen my own
skills a little bit. I’ve always thought
that one mistake bowhunters make is that they spend so much time practicing
before the season but very little time shooting during the season. The problem with that is that when an
opportunity presents itself, you could be rusty. Archery season is six weeks long, after all. If your shot doesn’t come until week six,
that’s a long time to go without practice.
By
the time I headed back to my treestand Thursday evening, I felt prepared. About quarter till seven, I got my
opportunity. The 10-point stepped out
onto the tractor trail. As he slowly approached
the apple tree now only 20 yards away, I got ready to shoot.
Second
week of archery season and I already got my buck. Now what?
There’s still so much fall left.
I think I’ll head out for some squirrel hunting next week. Also, trapping season starts next
Sunday. Yes, I may have already killed a
buck, but there’s still so much to do in the outdoors!