Guess the cat's out of the bag now, huh? Richard and I went out last night and tried a couple of his honey holes, proceeding to strike out. Went to another spot and glassed from the road. Richard spotted one in a field that I never did see, and then we saw a doe running across the field and up into some trees. Only took a minute and a buck came out scent trailing her. We jumped into the truck and were off in a flash hauling ass to get ahead of them to get set up. We both were running through the next field up where they should be showing up and set up by a pole in the middle of the field looking down into the timber. Wind was in our faces! After what seemed like FOREVER I saw them below us. Richard, being just a hair shorter, took a wee bit longer to stretch onto his toes to see what I did. Being over the edge of the hill, we lost sight of them pretty quickly. After discussing our options we duck-walked, I mean duck-RAN out and away to the fenceline and worked down a bit. I soon spotted the doe again feeding just as calm as could be. She was the ONLY thing calm at this point! I had his rifle up in the sticks watching, praying, WILLING the buck to show up. Hmm, where did he go? FINALLY, by being that tad bit taller, I spotted him moving towards the doe again. No really clear shot there, readjusted the sticks several times, and soon the doe was getting nervous. The buck moved toward the treeline, Richard hit his call, the buck stopped slightly quartering away, and I got lined up on him. BANG! FLOP! ONE deer ran away! I had another round chambered and waited. The buck never got up. Excitedly, we went over the hill and came up on a brown lump in the grass. BINGO! I had my Roe buck! The pictures and work followed. Richard ranged the shot at 130 yards, and in the last picture I put up, there is definitely a bullet hole in it's neck.
Strange little rack, it has sort of a button growth under the right antler. Richard is working on the cleaning of the skull preparing it for me to take home. We'll head over there tomorrow to pick it up if it's ready, then continue on our adventure in England! Many, many thanks AGAIN to him for making the offer and for being such a gracious and hard working host! He really worked his butt off trying to find me a deer. Once one was spotted he put us in the perfect place to seal the deal.
Now, after walking AND running for who knows HOW far over the past few hunting trips, plus walking for MANY more miles around town with my wife, I'M OFFICIALLY TIRED! I have calculated that since 6AM Monday morning until now, Thursday 8PM their time (2PM mine), I've gotten MAYBE a total of 7 or 8 hours of sleep! Time to stretch out in bed and see if I can add a few more to that number!
How much is my cut of those wagers?
