Joe Hulburt
Well-known member
Since I was able to arrange the last 5 days of the season to hunt Blacktails I was determined to try and find a 4 point this year. I've killed a couple with my bow years ago in Southern Oregon but here on the coast we don't get many. I've lost count of how many blacktails I've killed but had never killed a 4 point with a rifle. I've killed numerous big heavy 6 1/2 year old Three's and Forks and have always felt fortunate to do so but I really wanted to find a big antlered buck this year. Passed three little buck on Monday bringing my total deer spotted in the hills to almost 10 for the season. Deer hunting around here is getting tough! I could kill nice bucks on our property every year but they are fairly tame and it's not the experience I am looking for, at least yet. Besides, I gave a guy who is limited to using a walker permission to hunt our property this year and I'm hoping he can acquire himself some venison and don't want to mess that up.
Tuesday morning the rain and wind hit and I was optimistic if I slinked around in the dark timber I might just get a chance to look up and see a white face staring at me. I had been going for several hours circumnavigating the top of one of my favorite mountains and had yet to see a deer and wasn't seeing much sign. Still hunting in the rain and wind now that I have to wear glasses to see can be very frustrating and I was to the point of just kind of going thru the motions thinking about getting home to the warm fire when I rounded a Douglas Fir and saw a white spot about sixty yards away. I knew it was a mature buck right away but thru up the wet binoculars to double check and was able to see enough to get my hands shaking. Been hunting blacktails on that mountain for 42 years and it never gets old!
One perfect shot took out both lungs and the top of his heart! I was able to get him all out in one trip but I was beat when I reached my truck. As big bodied blacktail as I have killed and the second biggest antler wise. To say I am thankful would be an understatement!
Tuesday morning the rain and wind hit and I was optimistic if I slinked around in the dark timber I might just get a chance to look up and see a white face staring at me. I had been going for several hours circumnavigating the top of one of my favorite mountains and had yet to see a deer and wasn't seeing much sign. Still hunting in the rain and wind now that I have to wear glasses to see can be very frustrating and I was to the point of just kind of going thru the motions thinking about getting home to the warm fire when I rounded a Douglas Fir and saw a white spot about sixty yards away. I knew it was a mature buck right away but thru up the wet binoculars to double check and was able to see enough to get my hands shaking. Been hunting blacktails on that mountain for 42 years and it never gets old!
One perfect shot took out both lungs and the top of his heart! I was able to get him all out in one trip but I was beat when I reached my truck. As big bodied blacktail as I have killed and the second biggest antler wise. To say I am thankful would be an understatement!
Congrats!
