Jaci set up ...

I was talking with Craig this morning, and asked if he saw Jaci and I, set up next to where he was plowing. (He was going right by us - the legs of the bipod actually in the soil he just plowed.) He said `no', but asked me about the `flash' that would occur each time he drove by. At first he thought it was the Rapture, ...realizing that was not it - he did notice it would go off at the same spot each time. So I told him about the trail cam. :)

... first birds, no pics.

Hunted the `western frontier' - nothin'. But saw some quacks headed toward the `flats'. So I hunted the `flats'. Jumped a solitary Roo, and dumped him. Jumped the ducks - got a green with first shot and (thought I) hit another with second, but they flew on.

Hunted over to the [deleted]. Ran into a sea of quail, which I just enjoyed - I am not going to trigger my $2.50-a-round duck loads on these creatures. But I thought - if quail, maybe more Roos - and, behold, after flushing the quail, about six pheasants got up, mostly roosters. I toppled one, and marked where he fell, and didn't shoot further. Bad stuff. Grass eight feet tall, and at one point into water up to my nipples. I never found him. Ughhhh.

If my cell phone still works - I might have a pic. The nipples-deep water was not expected.

Beauty ...

... Oh, Baby! ... I go into the outdoors with some of the most beautiful creatures!

Four 4-Points

I just watched my buddy pass up four 4-point white-tail bucks. We watched them, along with 2 other bucks, for as much as 20 minutes, and at 150-ish yards. I said to him, "I'm not going to feel sorry for you if at the end of the season your freezer is empty." He's waiting for a big one.

Bang ... (blurb)

I parked at the same spot. I hunted up the same way as before – where I first saw deer putting on my camo paint, where I next ran into them, and so on. Nothin’. I kept going, pushing [deleted] and getting over to where we had seen a buck(?) days earlier. I saw a small deer along the way, bedded in the stubble, and it saw me, but I left it alone. Walking through the plowed fields wasn’t as tough as I thought it would be – though it wasn’t easy, either. (Maybe I’m used to it.) As I got back closer to the car – I considered going up to [deleted]’s. But, no, I thought - `hey, I’m here – I’ll keep going’.

I could see deer out, way in the distance, over on property I did not have permission to hunt – and probably no-one else does either – a sanctuary.

As I came up on the draw where I got the doe on Monday – behold – two more does, slightly up the draw. Sweet. I plotted a way around to get a closer shot.

As I made my way around a hill … I ran into another doe … an `inconvenient doe’, of sorts – now I had to decide – to take her, or flush her and keep going for the other two. I decided that I may as well take her – she’s smaller – but she’s right there (range 135 yards) – and, besides, I have no guarantee of closing in on the others – and (double) besides – they are (only) does also.

So I begin to get serious about the present doe – and behold – she is with another – but a buck. Now that is sweet! The buck is not a big one – but what better way to fill an `either sex’ tag, than with a buck.

I drop my stuff and make the crawl. No reason to bring the range finder, or binos … if I can get to a shooting position, the range will be 110, or 120, and I know what they are.

I am sky-lined – but I am hardly a human, sliding on my belly, and they are looking into the sunset – and so the buck sees me – but just looks.

After the thing on Monday – I decided to just put the crosshairs centered in the kill zone behind the shoulder. In retro, I should have suspected the bullet to fly a bit high at that range, but … bang.

At the shot the deer ran a few yards and turned around. No need to shoot again. There was too much fur in the crosshairs for anything but a good hit. Though no clear sound of impact – there was really no other alternative. The deer stood there, … I waited, … and the deer collapsed.

Sweet! A nice little buck – 3 x 5 – but, small (mind you) in both body and antlers – smaller than the doe on Monday – yet beautiful, and perfect.

I de-meated the deer as it went from evening to dark, and now have him home.

(I think this is the deer (buck) we saw the other day – he was just a couple miles away from where we saw him.)

Second tag filled.

Paradise.

Harris Bi-Pod Review

I couldn't resist ... I so like my Harris bi-pod that I decided to write a little thing about it: ... here.

Got him ...

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During the first few days of rifle season I/we spotted a buck in, well, let me say, an `interesting' place. He was not large - but I decided he was the one I wanted.

On Thursday evening I went out looking for him ... and found him ...

Bang.

A little 3 x 5.

Yum.