I was fortunate enough to take a nice 8-point buck on 11-11-11 at about 5:20 pm with my bow.
Unfortunately, in the excitement of the moment, I made a pretty poor shot. Arlene, Mary Sue and I ended up tracking my deer for about three hours. He took us down into the thickest part of Camp Chicken.
In our excitement, we forgot a compass and for about an hour we were totally lost back there. The buck kept looping back and making figure-eights and before long we didn't have a clue where we were. I mean, I had a general idea but when you're out in the woods in the dark, that isn't too good.
Finally, we came to a part of the woods we were familiar with. We had come out by the old spring just north of Arlene's shack. What a relief that was. I ran back to camp to get a couple more flashlights and the Blazer and told the girls to stay right there.
Of course, they didn't listen but kept tracking and found the buck just about 20 yards on the other side of our road. He was only about 200 yards from Arlene's deer shack.
We managed to drag him out of the dense thicket he was in and haul him to the car. The rest was fairly easy but it was close to midnight before we finally got him cleaned up and hung on our buckpole.
It was quite a thrill.
2 comments:
Congratulations on your buck! Sounds like an exciting hunting excursion after dark.
Sorry it took me so long to get by and check on your guys. Congrats on your buck. So proud of you! I have been lost in the woods before and it's not funny! Glad you found something familiar to find your way back to camp. Again, a very nice 8 pt. :)
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