I was eagerly anticipating this morning's hunt. The first cold morning of late October is one of my favorite days of the year, as it can be the first time that big bucks reveal themselves during the first half hour of daylight. While the 12th is not
late October, it snowed twice yesterday, and it got plenty cold overnight, so today was the day. I hiked in to my glassing spot in the dark and bumped 7 deer. This was to be expected based on my route to have the wind right when I got there. Then another doe was in my glassing spot when I arrived. I gave a couple of doe bleats and fawn bleats to see if her curiosity would lure her in, but she would come no closer than 50 yards. Eventually she wandered off and bedded on my side of the drainage. I was not here for does, so it was a relief that she did not spook, and alarm other animals. The delay caused me to begin my glassing just as it was shooting light.
About 15-20 minutes of picking apart the landscape I spotted an enormous buck at 475 yards. I was able to make out 2 points from the main beam on each side, with no brow tines visible (they were probably present, but stubby). He looked to be an old deer past his prime, I'd guess 9 1/2 years old. The antlers were very heavy mass, about 19" inside spread, and tines were under 7". I LOVE old bucks - they are very rare to see on public land in IA, and I'd prefer one of them over a buck with a big rack any day. He meandered for a while, then his body language showed that he was getting ready to bed. This could not have worked out any better. It was windy and there was a stream bed near to him that I could use to conceal nearly all of my approach. He then seemed to change his mind and took a few lazy bounds towards me, and then walked to the left only to be obscured by a giant maple tree still full of green leaves. He was 375 yards from me when he disappeared. I spent the next 35 minutes trying to pick him out again with no luck. I could see every exit near the tree, so I hoped he had decided to bed down behind it somewhere.
While I don't like blind stalks, I didn't want to leave this opportunity on the table. I spent the next 45 minutes closing the distance, and jumped a doe and two fawns on the way there. I quietly climbed up his side of the creek, underneath the maple tree. I spent about 15 minutes picking apart the near landscape looking for antlers. No dice. Another 15 minutes to decide on a plan. I made my best guess of where this guy was bedded (red arrow), and created an approach route.
Before heading off I spotted this doe get up out of her bed on another hill at 230 yards. She snacked for a bit, then bedded back down, facing me. I knew she'd see me when I stood up, and my only hope is she would not spook - she didn't, and instead got up again and moved away. I knocked an arrow.
I inched through the open, picking apart the landscape looking for antler tines in grass 4-7 feet tall. I found a trail that he might have taken in, but the fresh prints did not look like big buck prints.
I should have decided this was not his route and re-evaluated, but I didn't. I kept walking to where I thought he should have been, and it dead-ended at several doe and fawn beds. By this time I wondered if he had detected me at some point over the last 90 minutes or so and took off. I made a grunt call, and got ready to shoot in case he stood up. Again, no dice. I thought I would give it once last go by covering the last little bit of terrain blocked by the maple. I completely backed out, and searched for another trail leading into the area, and found one. This was my view at the time - the red circle is where I thought he would be, and the tree above it was the one obstructing my line of sight when I glassed him.
I should have looked for his tracks on the new trail, but I didn't. I again worked my way in ever-so-slowly, scanning everywhere for antlers, and moving when the wind gusted to cover my sound. Depending how thick the grass was, I scanned as far as I thought I could see a deer, then covering the near ground with my eyes before moving forward. At one point I had been standing in place looking for about 5-6 minutes when the buck exploded from right in front of me. 9:40 AM. He might have been old, but he was not slow! The massive deer with thick beautiful antlers took off like a rocket, and out of my life. I paced the distance to his bed, 12 yards. The cover was not particularly thick between me and him. I had just been looking right where he was and completely overlooked him. If I had been looking for his body as well as antlers, I most likely would have seen him. It would have been a clear shot, quartering away 45 degrees relaxed in his bed. He ended up being 30 yards from where I had grunted at him. Here's a pic of where he was laying.
These kind of amazing opportunities do not come along very often, but it's sure fun when they do! I spent about 10 minutes kicking myself for my mistakes, but after that it was back to feeling just amazing for having been able to get so close. I'll be back at it soon

