Well, today should have been the day. Can't believe I let that opportunity slip away.
Walked in way before daylight. Had to get south of the feeding area so the north wind would not mess me up. Stayed up on a ridge and hunkered down in an eroded cut to prevent any skyline issues.
I am hunting a one mile section where the food source is west and northwest of this WIHA section. To my south is where they bedded yesterday. To get from feed to bedding, they had crossed this WIHA piece, yesterday about an hour after legal shooting light.
I have a mile long boundary that runs east to west. I am on the north side of the fence, right against the boundary. North of me is where I expect the deer to come from, trying to get to the bedding cover to my south. I have picked a spot that is about half way along that mile-long boundary, hedging my bet of where they might cross. Figured I could drop off this ridge and scramble out of the deep cuts on either side of me, if the deer came across here again this morning.
Within about a half hour, it is getting to where I can barely see something in the fog. Far away to the west I see two deer hustling south. They are headed to the private. I cannot make out if they are bucks in the low light, but I know I better start on the run to get within range before they get to the fence.
Mike, the camera guy, is on my tail. In short order when have covered five hundred yards and scrambled out of the coulee. I am at the lip of this barren flat and trying to decide where the deer will show up.
Doesn't take long. I can now make them out as the two good bucks from yesterday. They are just an hour ahead of schedule. I worry we don't have filming light, even though it is twenty minutes into legal shooting light. Mike says we are good.
The first buck is the wide one. The broken buck is behind him. I am at the cusp of a little cut in the otherwise flat ground. Bipod is out. Loaded and dialed to 10X.
I range them. 300 yards. Makeable, but they are now only 75 yards from the boundary fence. I have now lost sight of the lead buck. The second buck stops to pee.
I tell Mike I want to get closer. Being that close to the bounary fence and heading that way, I need to drop him where he stands. 300 yards, rushed, and with a 15 MPH crosswind, after having just run a good distance, is not what I want.
I ease towards to a better shooting position. I peak up and the lead buck is walking at a 45 degree angle toward me. He is getting close to the fence. The buck in the back has seen something. He is on high alert.
As I ease the rifle into position, the lead buck pays no attention. He is 180 yards and closing toward me and the fence. The buck in the back is not happy and gives the nasal snort. Without even identifying what is wrong, the lead buck whirls and is now fleeing away, trying to catch up with his smarter buddy, who took off a second or two earlier.
Mike can only film the tails waving over the horizon. I have messed it up. The chance that took two days to scout and put in place has slipped through my fingers.
I should have taken the 300 yard shot, in retrospect. But, I don't want to deal with a buck crossing the fence and dying on private. I did not think they would see me in that low light, with the low profile I had. But, the trailing buck did. When he snorted, the gig was up and I has just screwed up what might be the best chance I will get this hunt.
I am ticked at myself for not being more patient. But, given how fast they were getting to the fenceline, I felt I needed to take the chance to get closer and a better shooting angle. All of us have done it - worked our tail off for an opportunity, only to take a chance and lose the gamble.
Pulled out of there, not wanting to mess it up further. All the deer came out way early today. Not sure why. North wind, fog, or what. Will be back in early this afternoon, trying to cover the trails it looks like they use to get to the feed.
Whether they will come back, who knows. If so, will they come back before dark? Only way to know is to be there every morning and evening until the hunt ends. Could have shot a small buck on the way out, but I have a soft spot for dumb year and a half old bucks, so he got to walk away.
Sorry guys. I thought we had it. I rolled the dice on getting closer and it came up snake eyes.