The last Friday night
of state wide deer season was here. Frank arrived home after work and it
had already gotten dark .The forecast predicted a gentle snowfall that
evening. Even though he was tired from a long day of work he laid out all
his hunting clothes. This included his winter mocs and the linsey woolsey
shirt I had made him this summer. He wiped the bore of his 50 caliber rifle
and was ready for morning.
The sun seemed to rise extra early and he just couldn't pull himself out of bed and leave the warm house like he had done all week for work out in the cold. I don't usually fix a big breakfast but today he asked for pancakes eggs and sausage. We ate our big breakfast and he thought he better go walk around the farm and see what he could.
As he climbed towards the meadow he saw tracks crossing the field in the snow. He thought it must be deer. He glassed the area and sure enough a large deer had crossed not too long before .He began to stalk closer one step at a time so as not to make a sound. Just then he saw at the edge of the meadow a deer lying down. A moment later the deer turned his head and the sun glistened off the antlers. Could this be that big 9 point he had seen while bow hunting? The buck was scanning every angle. HE had placed himself in a perfect vantage point to see all around him. I had heard that deer would lie in the open where they could see all around them but had never seen it done.
Frank knew the wind was in his favor and if he could be ever so quiet he could get close enough to get a good shot. He stalked up hill, taking deep breaths so he wouldn't be oxygen starved if he were able to get a shot off. He lifted one foot and placed it down without a sound. Keeping low and below the deer. There was only one place the buck wouldn't be able to see him and he took advantage it. Closer and ever so slow he crept towards the deer. Finally it was now or never. The buck was still fully alert and looking all around. He was about 30 yards away. This would have to be a headshot. That is all he could see without being discovered. As the deer's ears twitched back and forth listening for a sound Frank drew his sight right below the ear. Squeezed the trigger and POW. The buck didn't move .He had bagged the big 9 point buck that he had seen during bow hunting. He field dressed out at 180 pounds.
Like they say,"
Sometimes the magic works. Sometimes it doesn't. "Well for Frank, today
the magic worked. Yes he finally got his deer of a lifetime.
Till next time........
Keep On Trekking,