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Friday, December 16. 2011
The last 4 days, Sunday through Thursday, have been drippy wet! Not so much rain, but warm and foggy, misty, along with a few showers and all of this moisture totaled .8 inches of rain, Praise The Lord! Around noon on Tuesday, during one of the breaks in the weather, I went out and sat in the mist for over an hour, seeing nothing, my hopes were high that Iâ€™d see a shooter, or even a spike, but nothing.
Not knowing if heâ€™d been shot or not and hearing tales that maybe heâ€™d been hit by a vehicle, the big 8 pointer, that I call â€œPot Bellyâ€ showed up yesterday morning at 7:25 AM and stayed around for 12 minutes. Both â€œshotsâ€ show him to be healthy, however, all this running around during the rut has trimmed his â€œpotâ€ and now heâ€™s a svelte, big buck!
Funny thing, this morning found me in Laylaâ€™s blind, where â€œPot Bellyâ€ stopped by yesterday. Climbing into the blind before the sun was up, I barely cracked a sliding window just enough to get the gun and camera lens outside and waited. Just after sun up this nice 8 pointer came by, heâ€™s young, but by next year he should be a nice one.
Then, after the feeder went off, up came a young 6 pointer, the 8 was still around and I got this nice â€œshotâ€ of both of them.
The 8 trotted off in his quest for a hot, doe, but the 6 thought heâ€™d stay around for some of the protein and corn. Being lucky, having the camera out and focused, I took this â€œshotâ€ of the 6 balancing on his hind legs and attacking the corn thrower. This one is smart, having figured out where the food comes from!
I wonder where Iâ€™ll be before the sun comes up tomorrow morning?
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 11:13 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Tuesday, December 13. 2011
We had been on the Brady lease, for 5 years and the membership had been reduced, by choice, to 4 other hunters, along with their families. During the deer season of 1992, our rancher said that because he liked us and knew we wouldnâ€™t abuse the property, he was throwing in another 600 acres, at no increase in the price. The only catch was that it was bisected by Highway 190 and, on the west, bordered the city limits of Rochelle. The south side of the property had one big â€œLâ€ shaped field bordered with very, thick brush and this area was the deer magnet.
The rancher and I went to visit the acreage, and to say the least, I was impressed because as we bumped along the rutted, dirt, track, the first animal I saw, less than one hundred yards away, was a massive buck, tall rack, heavy horned, with a minimum of a 20 inch spread! The rancher said, â€œIâ€™ve named that buck, â€˜Big Boyâ€™. I see him all the time and I believe itâ€™s time to shoot him.â€ Of course, not expecting to see any deer in the middle of the warm day, so close to the highway, I wasnâ€™t armed, so I just looked on in awe!
There is nothing that could have prepared me and the other hunters for the great number of deer that we would see on that property, right in town, although not a big town, and bisected by 190, a busy east west highway. But one hunt stands out in my memory.
Shortly after receiving the bonanza, Brad and I were out to get â€œBig Boyâ€ and by 3:00 PM we were in our hides, mine was nestled into a brush pile overlooking the short side of the â€œLâ€ field and his was on one end of the long side, in a twisty, 4 foot, deep, dry creek bed.
Approaching 5:00 PM, we hadnâ€™t seen anything but a few crows, and then, all of a sudden, coming out of the thick, brush, deer were everywhere, probably a hundred or more. Brad was masked from my view but we both could see the north brush line, and there, looking out from behind a mesquite was â€œBig Boyâ€! What a majestic sight!
Almost dusk, the big deer moved to our right, 200 yards away, he was joined by another buck, almost his twin, and they moved down a fence line, passing from my view. Bradâ€™s M1A roared, and in his words, â€œDad, the 2 deer were side by side and I hit the one closest to me. He hopped once and took off, jumping the fence. Heâ€™s down somewhere over the fence! Letâ€™s go find him.â€ One problem however, the property over the fence, wasnâ€™t on our lease.
It was almost dark, our flashlights showed blood spattered on the ground where the buck was hit and climbing over the fence, more blood. One problem however, not three hundred yards east of us in a nice, ranch house, a party was just getting started. Cars driving up were casting their headlights out across the field, shining on us, while we were looking for the buck. Here came some headlights, we dropped down, got back up, followed the blood trail, more headlights, dropped back down and finally, deer horns reflected in the headlights.
We found the buck, not a hundred yards from the house and it was a nice one! We each grabbed a leg and slowly pulled the buck back to the fence. Somehow, we â€˜rasseledâ€™ the 140 pounder over the fence and finally, could admire the buck, not â€œBig Boyâ€, but a real trophy, a perfect eight pointer with good mass and we guessed an 18 to 19 inch spread! At the party no one noticed us, they partied on without a hitch, unbeknownst of the drama that took place in their hostâ€™s field!
We loaded the deer in the Jeep and headed for the closest processor, Richland Springs, 20 miles away. Brad decided not to have the head mounted, (big mistake), told the attendant to just cut the horns off and (bigger mistake), heâ€™d pick them up with the meat. The next week when we stopped, the fine set of horns had disappeared given to one of the processorâ€™s friends we were sure!
Two weeks later, the best deer hunter of our group shot â€œBig Boyâ€, knocked him down, but he jumped up, ran off, finally the blood trail petered out, the hunter never found him and â€œBig Boyâ€ was never seen again!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 09:40 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Friday, December 9. 2011
Real winter, 2 weeks early, has finally arrived in central Texas! It all started this past Saturday with heavy winds from the southeast, then the wind came roaring back from the northwest, not the 100 milers they had in California, but good strong wind and, praise the Lord, rain, almost 3 inches!
Friday afternoon, sitting in the Porta-Potty Blind I had a hot doe come by, soon a young 6 pointer, probably 1-1/2 to 2 years old, came by and he showed absolutely no interest in the doe. He wasnâ€™t a shooter so I passed on him. Then, in the dark when I was walking back to my truck, I heard her bawling, the sound just like my â€œdoe in heatâ€ call.
Ignoring the impending storm lurking in the northwest, Colton and I went out Saturday afternoon, and seeing nothing except one small doe, we came in after dark and I settled down to watch the Oklahoma, Oklahoma State football game. By the way State killed and buried Oklahoma, too much offense! During the game, here came the storm with fog, thunder, lightning and a light rain that carried on through Sunday afternoon, but it also brought the cold weather.
Monday, the fog lifted, the temp outside was 27, cold feet weather, and I thought this would be a good time to get my truck serviced. On our gravel road, driving back from town, we saw 7 deer, one an 8 pointer, but he wasnâ€™t chasing a doe. This made up my mind that if the deer were moving, I was going hunting! Shielded form the wind, sitting in the Porta-Potty Blind, despite my mohair socks, the cold was seeping into my work boots and not seeing anything, finally I called Layla and asked her to come out and pick me up.
Having wet and cold boots, I thought the first thing would be to clean them with some KIWI Saddle Soap and then put on a liberal dose of KIWI Heavy Duty Water Repellent. This wonâ€™t make them any warmer, but it sure will deflect the moisture! If you want any more info on their products visit KIWI at www.kiwicare.com. You can also become a fan of their Facebook page at www.Facebook.com/KIWIShoeCare. Iâ€™ve used their products for ages!
The skies are clearing and now the really cold stuff will follow, forecast for Tuesday night is 25, this will keep me in bed Wednesday morning, maybe Iâ€™ll go out Wednesday afternoon?
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 08:05 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Thursday, December 1. 2011
Wesley, after his successful buck find for Randy, sent me a â€œshotâ€ of the buck he killed on November 10th. Notice the date of the â€œshotâ€ is November 9th. Wesley is on his way to becoming an excellent deer hunter and tracker.
Posted by Jon Bryan in Pictures at 10:35 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Tuesday, November 29. 2011
On Monday afternoon I went out around 4:00 PM and sat in the stand until dark and the only thing moving around were some dove flying by. Being stoked to get a deer, I was up at 5:00 AM this morning, but the call of the bed was too much, needless to say, I didnâ€™t go out.
Suzanne sent me some pictures from her Ipod, I went out and collected an excellent â€œshotâ€ from the game cam on the feeder and they do fine to tell â€œthe rest of the storyâ€ about the excellent buck Randy harvested. The first shows the buck feeding the time being incorrect, because I havenâ€™t changed the camera to Daylight Saving. At the time of this â€œshotâ€ Randy was observing, not shooting for 10 more minutes.
After the buck was found, loaded up in Lesterâ€™s 4 wheeler, he drove Randy and all of the kids up to his gate on the County Road and then he made the decision to drive everyone around to my house. Following in my truck, Suzanne took this picture and from the left, Lester, Jeremy, Randy, the buck, Wesley and Will.
Randy cleaned the buck on the ground, of course after we hefted it up and back out of the 4 wheeler. Here, heâ€™s sharing some tips on cleaning a deer with Will.
All involved showed determination and, what I call, â€œsticktuitvnessâ€ in the subsequent tracking, finding the quarry and the recovery of the prize. This tale of the 2 day buck hunt will go down in family history and be told, I'm sure, around many campfires in the future!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 15:30 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
Sunday, November 27. 2011
Friday was a beautiful day, minimum wind, a lot of deer movement, but no shootible bucks seen. Saturday was a day taken off by me because Sara, my grand daughter, had a beautiful, baby girl, another great for me! So, Suzanne, Rebekah, Wesley and I ,drove over to Killeen to visit with Sara and the newborn. The picture shows a proud Great Grand Pa holding Callyn Elizabeth. As we were driving over, Randy, however, went out Saturday morning and even after sleeping in, saw at least 10 doe and yearlings.
A funny thing happened on Randyâ€™s way out to his blind to hunt on Saturday afternoon. For no real reason, he took this â€œshotâ€ of a big deer track and he followed the tracks all the way past the tripod stand he would use to later shot a deer. Sunday morning this distinctive track would be instrumental in finding the buck!
Later Saturday afternoon, this was a different story. Randy saw a big buck, he texted Laura with a â€œShoot or no shoot,â€ she asked me the same and I told her to text Randy and ask, â€œHow big and was it limping?â€ His reply was, â€œNo to the limp and 4 inches outside its ears.â€ My reply to Laura was, â€œShoot!â€ He did, his .243 boomed, but we later found out that the shot was about 3 inches low, plowing into the bucks lungs, but not a knock down, kill â€˜em on the spot one. Telling Laura to text him with, â€œIâ€™m on my way with the tractor,â€ I walked outside and about the same time the â€œnortherâ€, with a cold north wind was howling!
Bundling up, then starting the tractor, I chugged toward the blind and upon arriving, found Randy looking for the deer. Apparently his shot had not felled the buck on the spot. We looked in one direction and the other, finally, it was almost dark, after about 30 minutes, we found where the buck had gone down, with a copious amount of blood on the ground then we knew the shot had been a killing one! Following the blood trail, it led us to our property fence along the County Road and we assumed that he had jumped over.
Meanwhile, Colton had shot a nice doe, had cleaned it and was on his way to a big date. This was the big doe that Wesley and I had seen on Wednesday afternoon.
Back to the tractor, back to the house and we drove around to the spot the buck had cleared our fence, no blood, but there was a splash on the other side of the road where he jumped the neighbors fence, cutting across her pasture. It was after 8:00 PM, it was getting plum cold too, so we figured to wait until morning to continue the search.
Sunday morning was real chilly, 37 degrees, Randy called both neighbors, the lady wasnâ€™t home, but Lester, my neighbor to the southwest said we could hunt for the buck and he would come out and help us. Going on into town for Sunday School, I announced to my class that we had a buck down and were still looking for it, so by acclimation, the class said for me to forgo todayâ€™s lesson and, by all means, find the buck!
Picking up Spike, our wonder Dachshund and having 5 Grandkids, Suzanne, a good tracker, Randy, who is color blind and canâ€™t see the blood, and Wesley, who with Spike ultimately found the buck, we all drove around to Lesterâ€™s gate and awaited his arrival. Letting us in his pasture, he went around to get his big 4 wheeler and by then, Randy, Suzanne, Wesley and Spike were burrowing through the thick stuff, following the blood trail, the trackers lost contact with Spike, then breaking through the briars, in a small clearing, Wesley spied the dog guarding the deer, a nice 9 pointer, with a 16-1/2 inch inside spread. The "shot" of the trackers shows the thick stuff Wesley crawled through, Wesley missing, was taking the picture. Loading up the deer, Lester was nice enough to drive the buck around to my house so Randy and Will could begin the clean up.
Success was ours, a real team effort, after 14 hours we found the buck, with the cool weather, it was still cool in the middle of the day on Sunday, the meat was good and pictures taken. We persevered in our hunt for the buck and it really paid off!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 17:45 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)
Friday, November 25. 2011
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Tuesday, November 22. 2011
Yesterday, being my birthday, was celebrated in a tripod stand on the west side of my place. Seeing nothing right at sunup, at 7:15 there was a nice buck trotting along just outside of the fence thatâ€™s the property line. Giving him a couple of grunts it looked like he went on his way, but not 5 minutes later he showed up right along the fence, looking for the buck that challenged him.
It looked like he was looking my way so I froze, but my rifle was on my shoulder, half way into firing position. Being able to see him through the scope, he was nestled behind a mesquite and if I shot there was a good chance the bullet would be deflected, so he trotted on, never knowing how close he came to being a roast for Thanksgiving!
Right at 7:45 here came a young 6 pointer, previously â€œshotâ€ at the corn feeder. Heâ€™s the one with the long brow tines on the left of the "shot" and Iâ€™m glad heâ€™s made it this far into the season because next year, heâ€™ll be a real shooter! He sauntered up to a cedar tree, rubbed his pre-orbital gland on the spines then peed on his tarsal glands, marking his rub. This was classic, but I had decided that I wouldnâ€™t try to take a picture or video because yesterday morning I was out for meat, not good pictures.
The weekend wasnâ€™t a loss because Colton and his girlfriend, Lauren, hunted Saturday afternoon and they scored with 2 doe, making our total 3 doe and 2 spikes. We need to take at least 3 more doe and 3 spikes so for the midpoint of the rut we can concentrate on the big ones.
Planning on going out yesterday afternoon, my plans were changed by the weather, because we were under a severe thunderstorm warning beginning at 6:00 PM. Opting on passing up the hunt, not wanting to get hailed on, large hail was predicted, so I called it a day. For the past 18 months, weâ€™re way behind on rainfall so any will be appreciated, even the hard variety!
Posted by Jon Bryan in Hunting at 08:05 | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0)
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