I wish all these posts didn't start out with the weather was blah blah blah....... So, I will just post a pic to show the temp when we left the truck this morning.
It was one of the coolest mornings I have ever spent in the field hunting. Not so much the amount of game, but it had the coolest sunrise and the heaviest layer of hoarfrost (as some call it, pogonip) I have ever seen. I was glad to not be carrying my bow, and was allowed to run around with my camera in hand, cold hands to be exact. Took enough pics that my battery died.
The morning started great. Immediately, we located a nice 4X4 with a group of does. I thought Buschy was going to be done in the first twenty minutes. As he snuck towards the ledge above the draw they were in, the does spooked and tool the buck with them. Buschy really had no cover and the does were high on the bank. The only hope was to move quietly, and like most exposed stalks, did not work out.
Shortly after, we hiked out to the end of a point overlooking a big basin. We could see a lot of fresh tracks in the snow, so I volunteered to circle the basin while Buschy and Troy set up on the most likely exit route. Really, I just wanted to get some circulation going.
I waited for those guys to get set up, then dropped down the ridge and into the bottom. I had not gone 300 yards and I noticed a very nice 3X3 off to my left, He was headed my way, coming the wrong direction. I intentionally made some racket as I climbed a small knoll to make myself very visible. The very heavy beamed buck did just what I hoped. He turned tail and headed right up the draw Buschy and Troy were set in. Wow, this was too good.
I watched as the buck rounded the corner and went out of site, I climbed higher to gain a vantage point and hope to watch Buschy arrow this tall 24" dude. The last I saw the buck, he was just below the crest of a bench where I thought the guys were hidden in the brush. I then lost site of him. I circled higher and further, until I relocated the buck. He was now headed back toward where he had just come, only higher on the ridge. When I saw Buschy and Troy emerge from the brush, they had been only 120 yards from the buck. Had the buck come up the bench, he would have been no more than 60 yards at the crest, and closer, had he walked down the direction of the trail. Not sure what happened, but it sure looked good for a while.
After meeting up with Buschy and Troy, I told them I had seen where some other deer had exited to our north. Buschy knew a trail that would take us to a bench up above that. We climbed to the highest knob and instantly glassed a small group of deer. Then another group. And another. There were over thirty deer on that hillside, starting to bed.
A plan was made where Buschy and Troy would circle way around and set up where the deer would most likely leave this basin. I waited the forty minutes for them to get in position, then slowly started down the ridge, making myself visible as I moved in and out of the brush. My intention was not to spook the deer, but make them uncomfortable enough that they would move out of the basin.
The plan worked to perfection. The deer moved out of the basin on the trail Buschy thought they would take. I really had to do nothing, other than walk the half mile it took to get up that hill. I watched as the deer got to the crest where I had seen Buschy set up. I was pretty excited, as he would have had thirty yard shooting, and their were four nice bucks in the group, the nicest being a very wide and tall 4X3.
I arrived to the set-up and watched from afar as Buschy and Troy were messing around and filming deer. What the hell. I walked up and saw that Buschy had all of his arrows still in his quiver. No blood on the snow. Not sure what happened in the situation, as I was not there. I guess I will have to let Buschy or Troy give that recount.
The rest of the day was spent continuing to hike. No other close calls were had. We spotted close to fifty deer in the evening, but no bucks that were worth the long walk it would take to get near them. I at dark, we saw a very heavy and wide 3X3 that had some injury to his hinds. On the top of his rump is a big piece of fur sticking up about three inches. I think this is one Buschy wants to try for tomorrow. I hope we can relocate him.
Very tired and need to get to bed. Posting a few of the pics from today. A very cold day.
Troy filming the pre-morning glow.
Troy filming the sun as it just peaks over the horizon.
A full moon and some serious frost on the pumpkin (well not a pumpkin, but an ash tree).
Buschy and Troy hoofing it down the ridge as Fin tries to get his frozen pinkies to work the camera.
The sun just starting to burn the frost off another tree. I was finally starting to feel my cheeks.
Buschy doing his best to smile with frozen lips and face.
