My Brother's Firearms Buck ( Am I My Brother's Tracker?)
Dec 11, 2021 7:33:34 GMT -5
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Post by Sasquatch on Dec 11, 2021 7:33:34 GMT -5
My oldest brother has a hard time getting out to hunt. In addition to Full-time Ministry he spends a lot of time behind the wheel of a sperm delivery truck. 
Yes, you read that right. (High Dollar hog wigglers, to be exact. Apparently there is big money in thoroughbred hogs). He drives his YETI cooler for hundreds of miles in every direction--Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky, People's Republic of Illinois-- despoiling rest areas along the way.
Though he has places that he can hunt close to home, there are a lot of other folks and he doesn't want to mess anyone up. This year he seemed resigned to not getting to go-- pretty darn depressing stuff, really. " That sucks," I thought---so my landowner and I conspired to get him out during the second week of firearms. I scheduled it weeks early to contend with the Hog reproduction market, so if he could get up early enough to make it down, we were good.
The morning of the hunt was uneventful and cold, with me crouching amid some surprisingly green ferns near a creek and Adam watching a hot corner on a field at the other end of the place.
After some sammiches for lunch ** we hit it again in the afternoon. Just after sunset I heard deer moving. They Typically don't show before then anyway. Ha ha! might see something after all, I thought.
POW! Even though Adam was probably 600 yards or more away I still nearly **** myself.
My phone buzzed. "Gonna need help," the apologetic text read. So I waited till near quitting time and was packing up when ...
POW!
"What the...." I thought. I began hoofing it in my Brother's direction.
I soon found him standing over a nice buck. It was lying dead in a scrape, right under a licking branch. The beast had come out at the corner of the field and put on the appropriate show, pawing and messing with the overhead branch.
The first shot out of Adam's Bolt Action Ruger .30-06 had dropped the buck at around 90 yards, and he appeared "done." So, after packing up and walking across the field our hunter was very surprised to see the deer up on it's front legs facing him. A quick shot to the chest finished it.
Danged if we could find the entry hole for the first shot. But it was dark by then, so who knows.
If you look at the pics it appears he has a leg growing from his neck. That was a result of having him on all fours "draining." He ended up twisted around funny during the photo session.
Pro tip: if you want the deer to look bigger, have your tiny father pose with it.
All-in-All a great day.
**edit** I forgot that on the walk out for lunch I spotted a group of four does crossing a pasture. We were in the woods maybe 40 yards away. Like a tracker in a Tarzan movie I threw up my hand to stop my brother behind me. The last deer was looking away and the others had dropped out of sight, so I got out of the way in case Adam wanted to take a shot. Often, either one of us might very well have. Adam took a long, leisurely look through the scope, but it was "that time of year" so we waited. Good thing I guess. Why is it that when you WANT a good shot at an incredibly relaxed deer, such creatures are nowhere to be found? lol ***
Dad, 82 and with 20/20 vision that he selfishly did not pass on
Me and my cold-weather beard
Yes, you read that right. (High Dollar hog wigglers, to be exact. Apparently there is big money in thoroughbred hogs). He drives his YETI cooler for hundreds of miles in every direction--Michigan, Ohio, Kentucky, People's Republic of Illinois-- despoiling rest areas along the way.Though he has places that he can hunt close to home, there are a lot of other folks and he doesn't want to mess anyone up. This year he seemed resigned to not getting to go-- pretty darn depressing stuff, really. " That sucks," I thought---so my landowner and I conspired to get him out during the second week of firearms. I scheduled it weeks early to contend with the Hog reproduction market, so if he could get up early enough to make it down, we were good.
The morning of the hunt was uneventful and cold, with me crouching amid some surprisingly green ferns near a creek and Adam watching a hot corner on a field at the other end of the place.
After some sammiches for lunch ** we hit it again in the afternoon. Just after sunset I heard deer moving. They Typically don't show before then anyway. Ha ha! might see something after all, I thought.
POW! Even though Adam was probably 600 yards or more away I still nearly **** myself.
My phone buzzed. "Gonna need help," the apologetic text read. So I waited till near quitting time and was packing up when ...
POW!
"What the...." I thought. I began hoofing it in my Brother's direction.
I soon found him standing over a nice buck. It was lying dead in a scrape, right under a licking branch. The beast had come out at the corner of the field and put on the appropriate show, pawing and messing with the overhead branch.
The first shot out of Adam's Bolt Action Ruger .30-06 had dropped the buck at around 90 yards, and he appeared "done." So, after packing up and walking across the field our hunter was very surprised to see the deer up on it's front legs facing him. A quick shot to the chest finished it.
Danged if we could find the entry hole for the first shot. But it was dark by then, so who knows.
If you look at the pics it appears he has a leg growing from his neck. That was a result of having him on all fours "draining." He ended up twisted around funny during the photo session.
Pro tip: if you want the deer to look bigger, have your tiny father pose with it.
All-in-All a great day.
**edit** I forgot that on the walk out for lunch I spotted a group of four does crossing a pasture. We were in the woods maybe 40 yards away. Like a tracker in a Tarzan movie I threw up my hand to stop my brother behind me. The last deer was looking away and the others had dropped out of sight, so I got out of the way in case Adam wanted to take a shot. Often, either one of us might very well have. Adam took a long, leisurely look through the scope, but it was "that time of year" so we waited. Good thing I guess. Why is it that when you WANT a good shot at an incredibly relaxed deer, such creatures are nowhere to be found? lol ***
Dad, 82 and with 20/20 vision that he selfishly did not pass on
Me and my cold-weather beard
