TWO HUNTERS, 2 BUCKS, ONE STAND, SAME MORNING
THIS IS A DEER I SHOT WHEN I WAS ABOUT 21 YEARS OLD. IT WAS THE SECOND DAY OF THE WISCONSIN RIFLE SEASON. MY BROTHER WAS IN A STAND UP ON THIS FIELD, AND I WAS ACROSS THE FIELD, DOWN THE RIDGE WATCHING THE WOODS. SOON AFTER I SETTLED IN I SAW A DEER. MY FIRST INSTINCT TOLD ME IT WAS A BUCK, BUT MY EYES SAW NO HORNS, AND SEEING AS IT WAS HEADED TOWARD PETE, AND HE WAS LOOKING FOR A DOE, OR A BUCK, I LET IT PASS. I WATCHED AS THE DEER CLIMBED THE RIDGE, AND ENTERED THE FIELD ON IT'S WAT TOWARD MY BROTHER. ABOUT 5 MINUTES LATER I HEARD ONE SHOT.
I LET ABOUT 20 MINUTES GO BY AND THEN MY CURIOUSITY GOT THE BEST OF ME AND I WALKED UP TO SEE IF HE GOT IT. HE DID, AND WAS GUTTING IT OUT AS I APPROACHED. IT TURNED OUT THAT IT WAS A BUCK, BUT BOTH SIDES OF HIS RACK HAD BEEN BROKEN OFF WHILE FIGHTING. I HELPED PETE FOR A FEW MINUTES, AND THEN TOLD HIM, " YOU CAN DO THIS, I AM GOING TO SIT UP IN THE STAND AND SHOOT A BUCK", SO UP I WENT, LEAVING PETE OUT IN THE OPEN BELOW ME GUTTING IS BUCK.
MAYBE 5 MINTES WENT BY WHEN WE HEARD SHOOTING DOWN THE RIDGE TO OUR LEFT. SHORTLY I SAW ANTLERS COMING UP THE HILL. I WHISTLED AT PETE, INDICATING TO HIM THAT A BUCK WAS COMING, AND FOR HIM TO GET DOWN. INSTEAD HE STARTED RUNNING AROUND LIKE A CHIPMONK LOOKING FOR HIS RIFLE. I LOOKED BACK FOR THE BUCK AND THERE HE WAS, AT THE FIELD EDGE WATCHING MY BROTHER, ONLY IS HEAD STICKING OUT BEHIND A LARGE TREE. I GUESS THE SHOTS BELOW WERE SCARIER THAN PETE'S ANTICS, BECAUSE SOON THE DEER TOOK OFF ACROSS THE OPEN GROUND. I SLOWED HIM DOWN WITH MY FIRST SHOT, AND DROPPED HIM WITH MY SECOND. PETE TOLD ME AFTERWORD THAT HE HAD GOTTEN AHOLD OF HIS RIFLE AND WAS JUST ABOUT TO SHOOT, WHEN MY FIRST SHOT RANG OUT.
SO THATS HOW WE GOT 2 BUCKS WITH TWO HUNTERS, ON ONE MORNING, OUT OF ONE STAND. (THE IMAGE BELOW IS THE BROKEN BUCK MY BROTHER SHOT THAT DAY)
THE MORNING'S TAKE
THIS IS THE RESULT OF A MORNINGS HUNT ON THE FARM IN WISCONSIN.
Pete shot another nice one.
Another nice Wisconsin buck shot by my brother Pete. He called him in with the trusty "doe in a can". Click on the link below to see some other nice bucks that Pete filmed on the farm.
MY FIRST DEER AGE TWELVE
I SHOT THAT SPIKE WITH A MODEL 99 300 SAVAGE I BORROWED FROM A FRIENDS DAD. HE WAS A SPIKE BUT WITH A HUGE BODY. MY DAD SHOT THE DOE WITH THE SAME RIFLE LATER IN THE WEEK. I SHOULDN'T POINT THAT RIFLE AT MY DAD LIKE THAT.
Here is a short video of a fisher I saw while hunting back home in Maine. The night before I had a really nice P&Y quality buck at 40 yards, but with no shot opportunity, so the following day I put down a doe urine trail. No buck came, but this fisher followed the doe pee trail I made right up to my tree.
September fight to the death. (at least for one of them)
These deer were found on a nieghbors farm. The lady called up Pete and told him to come up. When he got there they were both dead. One from combat, the other from an arrow. The DNR came along and took both, and the passing hunter who shot the one got nothing. The DNR will mount them and sell them at auction... go figure.
AARON AD JAMIE'S OPENING MORNING BUCKS
I THINK THAT WE WERE 14 WHEN AARON AND I GOT THESE TWO BUCKS. IT WAS OPENING MORNING IN DANE COUNTY, WISCONSIN, A SHOT GUN ONLY ZONE. AARON AND I WERE SITTING PRETTY CLOSE TO EACH OTHER, WITH-IN SHOUTING DISTANCE. I WAS IN A SMALL WOODS AND AARON WAS ON THE FIELD EDGE.
WE HAD SAT FOR MAYBE AND HOUR WHEN I NOTICED A BUCK DOWN BELOW ME. I QUICKLY PULLED UP AND FIRED OFF SEVERAL BAD SHOTS, ALL MISSES. SHORTLY AFTER I HEARD AARON SHOOT, AND THEN GIVE A VICTORY HOOT. I WALKED OVER TO SEE WHAT HE GOT, KNOWING ALL ALONG THAT IT WAS THE BUCK THAT I HAD JUST MISSED. I FELT A MIXTURE OF HAPPINESS, JEALOUSY, AND ANGER AT MYSELF AS I WATCHED AARON GUT OUT THE DEER. HIS DAD, LLOYD, CAME ALONG SOON AFTER AND WE DRAGGED THE BUCK DOWN TO THE TRUCK. LLOYD SUGGESTED WE RETURN TO OUR STANDS AND SIT FOR A WHILE MORE. I WAS FEELING LOUSY AND DIDN'T WANT TO, BUT I DID ANYWAY.
AFTER RETURNING TO MY PERCH I TOOK OFF MY RIGHT BOOT TO CLEAN OUT SOME SNOW, OR DIRT. IT WAS THEN THAT I HEARD A SHOT A WAYS OFF TO MY LEFT. SOON AFTER I HEARD HIM COMING, THEN I SAW HIS RACK BOUCING THROUGH THE WOODS., HE WAS COMING RIGHT AT ME. I RAISED UP MY NEW MOSSBERG 20 GUAGE AND AS HE PASSED BY NO MORE THAT 10 FEET AWAY I FIRED. THAT WAS ALL SHE WROTE. THE BUCK SLID ALMOST RIGHT TO MY FEET. HE HAD LURCHED TO HIS LEFT JUST AS I FIRED. ITS A MOMENT I'LL NEVER FORGET. I ONLY HAD ONE BOOT ON...
Dale's giant bucks
Dale is a true master woodsman and a good friend. These are just his bigger bucks. Dale and family run a hunting business out of Decorah, Iowa... its a trip worth taking. www.chasetheadventure.com