Rackaholic
11-18-2009, 05:01 PM
Day 1:
Went way up, hiked far. We saw a few fresh tracks (all big) but not a single Deer all day long. There was a good foot and a half of snow, if not more.
Day 2:
Nothing at all, went way up there again.
We figured all that was left way up there were the Big Smart Bucks and their Sex Slaves..
Day 3:
Decided to go for a loop in the truck, Started to go up a different hill, got stuck in the snow, and went back down. On the way down, "DEER!" goes my dad "Buck!" goes my uncle.
There he was, 2 pointer stainding 30 yards away with 2 does, just standing.
"Too small", I say, "last chance!" says my uncle "Shoot the thing already!" goes my dad, "Fine!" BOOM! Deer down, gutted, and into the truck he goes.
On the way back to the cabin we decide to go home a longer way, as my uncle still has his whitetail tag so we thought we'd hunt back to the cabin.
We get around the corner and "%@&$!" I have never seen so many Deer in my whole effin life. Hillside was packed. Bucks were chasing the does, I stopped counting at 40, there had to be a good 50+ Deer within a few hundred yards, including a beautiful 3x3, the luckiest deer alive. He'd be down if we didn't see that damn 2 pointer before.
Well, that's deer #3 and I'm done for the Season, done for the next 4 seasons actually, but that's a different story.
My uncle never did get that whitey.
Here's a few pics:
http://i45.tinypic.com/108egzs.jpg
http://i49.tinypic.com/34px2m8.jpg
http://i46.tinypic.com/35ux.jpg
Went way up, hiked far. We saw a few fresh tracks (all big) but not a single Deer all day long. There was a good foot and a half of snow, if not more.
Day 2:
Nothing at all, went way up there again.
We figured all that was left way up there were the Big Smart Bucks and their Sex Slaves..
Day 3:
Decided to go for a loop in the truck, Started to go up a different hill, got stuck in the snow, and went back down. On the way down, "DEER!" goes my dad "Buck!" goes my uncle.
There he was, 2 pointer stainding 30 yards away with 2 does, just standing.
"Too small", I say, "last chance!" says my uncle "Shoot the thing already!" goes my dad, "Fine!" BOOM! Deer down, gutted, and into the truck he goes.
On the way back to the cabin we decide to go home a longer way, as my uncle still has his whitetail tag so we thought we'd hunt back to the cabin.
We get around the corner and "%@&$!" I have never seen so many Deer in my whole effin life. Hillside was packed. Bucks were chasing the does, I stopped counting at 40, there had to be a good 50+ Deer within a few hundred yards, including a beautiful 3x3, the luckiest deer alive. He'd be down if we didn't see that damn 2 pointer before.
Well, that's deer #3 and I'm done for the Season, done for the next 4 seasons actually, but that's a different story.
My uncle never did get that whitey.
Here's a few pics:
http://i45.tinypic.com/108egzs.jpg
http://i49.tinypic.com/34px2m8.jpg
http://i46.tinypic.com/35ux.jpg