More On Melanistic Deer

On August 4, 2009 I posted a story, “[What Is A Melanistic Deer]” with pictures of a melanistic doe that my Son, Randy, “shot” while on his afternoon run. Randy, is a Baptist Pastor in San Marcos, Texas and just sent me these two pictures of a nice, melanistic, buck.
     

Melanistic deer are so named because their bodies produce far too much of the hair, skin and retina pigment known as melanin. They are very rare, but for reasons not well understood by zoologists, the eastern edge of Texas’ Edwards Plateau and the adjacent areas of the Blackland Prairie region are the epicenter of the world’s population of melanistic, white-tailed deer.

In reviewing all of the scientific literature, Dr. John T. Baccus and John C. Posey of Texas State University in San Marcos, who are the world’s authorities on melanistic deer having observed them in the flesh, have been unable to find any record of “dark” deer being documented anywhere prior to 1929. None of the research done to date suggests that melanistic bucks have inferior antlers. The velvet on their racks tends to be brownish, but the Texas State researchers say that they have seen one melanistic buck with gray velvet. Randy, who lives not three miles as the crow flies from Texas State, should send his pictures to these men also.

There are now more melanistic deer alive in Central Texas than in every other part of the planet combined. Melanism is actually fairly common in all or parts of eight counties in Texas; Hays, Travis, Comal, Williamson, Blanco, Guadalupe, Burnet and Caldwell.

Mills County, located on the northeast edge of the Edwards Plateau, where we just spotted a melanistic deer pictured above, is just one county removed from Burnet and Williamson County.

Morning Walk, August 30, 2010

Since I had stuff to do and dove season was starting on Wednesday, this past Tuesday I was up before the sun and started my walk a little early. It was still dark when several hundred yards into my walk there was movement to my right and I snapped this “shot” of two deer. They were as surprised as I was!

As I was making my turn-around, this doe and her two fawns stood still long enough for a “shot”.

However they scattered in two different directions and I got this going away “shot” of the doe in high gear as she was departing the area!

As for Wednesday’s dove hunting, not many birds flying, not near enough hunters out in mid-week and for a place that has offered many limit hunts over the years, this hunt stunk! Our bag was one ring neck, three white wings and two mourners, hopefully, Saturday, with many hunters out, will be the day.

Morning Walk, September 30, 2010

For the past 9 days, the nights have been so bright here that there hasn’t been any “action” on my morning walks. No wildlife pictures, no nothing and because of the cool temps, not even a good sweat. On Tuesday, a gray fox ran across the road in front of me but was in the brush before I could get the camera up.

Yesterday morning, before I reached my turn around point I noticed a big doe and her two yearlings grazing alongside of a fence row, closer inspection showed one of the yearlings to be my “supposed”, melanistic deer. Once I stopped for a “shot”, up went their ears and finally they melted into the cover.

Reaching my turn around point and heading back toward my house, I noticed several deer running, tails up, from a swale towards some thick cover. Not looking towards me, there must have been another threat that had their undivided attention. They kept piling out, until there were at least 10 strung out, running across the field, not looking my way. Taking several “shots”, if I had been thinking, I would have put my camera on video and captured the entire scene.
         
Something, I don’t know what, scared the deer, but I kept on walking until finishing the 1.5 mile jaunt. Because of the cool weather, I barely broke a sweat!

Dove Season Opens Today

When this post pops up on my blog, Mickey Donahoo and I will be out dove hunting at a friends place in San Saba. Dove season opens up at sunrise on September 1 and we’ll be out there to welcome the new season in!

Years ago, the new season opening meant mourning doves and plenty of them, but over the last twenty years, white wing doves have migrated up from the Rio Grande Valley and Mexico and can be found almost all over our State. Something new has also been added to the mix, European collared doves, or ring necks. In the 1970’s they were shipped from Europe to the Bahamas and there, for some reason, the dealer released them all and they made the flight over to Florida and now, are populating our Country. These big birds, almost pigeon size, have taken over a lot of mourning and white wing dove habitat and are considered a nuisance, with no closed season in Texas. However, they cook up just like mourners or white wings and are excellent table fare!

The picture of a white wing and ring neck dove shows the size of each. In San Saba, today, we’ll be going after all three varieties, but experience from past hunts says that white wings will make up most of our bag.

Morning Walk, August 28, 2010

Last Thursday morning I was up before the sun, got all of my stuff on and took off for my morning walk. Walking outside, wow, where am I? The temp was 72 and yesterday’s high was around 109, only a 37, degree difference! A cool front in late August, of all things! Only in Texas!

No deer in the feed lot beside my house, the same feed lot that in 2008, in my post “[The Haystack Buck]”, I shot a nice buck. In the half-light, about half way into my walk, noticing movement on the right, whirling, this blurry “shot” of a deer was the results.

Walking on, in all of the likely haunts, there were no deer, no varmints, no nuthin’ but my neighbor’s llama, the same one that was so interested two days ago, just turned his back and started grazing.

Dropping off my camera in the old, ranch house and walking over to our new one, out in the cut, hay field, there was about a dozen deer grazing. They were not paying any attention to me and without the camera, no “shots”. But, at least, even with the cool temps, I worked up a sweat and got in some good exercise.

Houston Ship Channel Redux

Encouraged by our recent success at catching over a dozen large speckled trout along the Houston Ship Channel, we, my dad, my uncle, G.A. Pyland, aka “Unkie”, decided to try our luck at the same approximate spot the following Monday.  Before sun up, we left Unkie’s house, near Hobby Airport, with a light wind blowing out of the southeast and the tide forecast was for it to be coming in all morning, maybe another “haul”?

By the time we drove down to San Leon and got the boat ready for launching, the wind had shifted to the south and was blowing near 15 MPH, not the light breeze that we woke up to!  Our memory of the ideal conditions of the past week faded as the bay was already showing scattered white caps as Unkie said, “Maybe it will smooth out before too long?”

The boat, my 17’, deep vee, handled the cross chop very well as we almost sped across the ship channel, slowed down and started to literally bounce across the waves. To slow our drift, I deployed a three-foot drag sleeve that smoothed us out a lot, making it possible for us to cast and keep our balance.

Baiting up we cast out and began our popping routine, pop the cork, reel up the slack, pop and repeat the process.  Our corks would get behind a wave and we’d loose sight of them and have to fish “by feel”, no problem if we kept our lines tight.  Several casts later, my dad had a good strike and as the fish took off he said, ”Whoa big fella’!  This is a good one and it’s not fighting like a spec!”  Good one it was, after two big runs against the light tackle and several wallows around the boat, I slipped the net under a nice redfish that weighed, on the bait camp scales, over eight pounds!

More casts, more popping and as Unkie’s cork slipped behind a wave he reared back, setting the hook in a good fish.  Not the fight of a big red, but a determined pull and soon the fish started circling the boat, a sure sign of a good spec.  Netting the trout, a six pounder, I looked up and coming up the ship channel was our first tanker of the morning, pushing out a big wake.

We got the drag sleeve taken in, getting wet in the process, cranked up the boat’s engine and headed towards the wake.  This one looked huge, but probably was another seven footer.  It seemed to be going faster that the one last week, soon it was on us and up and over, the boat handled it perfectly.  No other tankers in sight so we putted back to our approximate location, deployed the drag sleeve, baited up and started casting out again.

It was thirty minutes before I had my first strike, my dad and unkie, also strikeless, looked on as I set the hook on a nice fish.  A long run, then circling, surely a spec, another circle with me gaining line all of the time, then wallows around the boat and my dad netted the spec, just a tad smaller than Unkie’s.

No more strikes, but on the horizon, we could see three more tankers coming up the channel, probably heading up to the big refineries of Shell and Humble Oil.  (In 1972 Humble’s name was changed to Exon.)  We couldn’t beat the first one across the channel so we rode over its wake without a problem, safely getting to the west side of the channel.   The second one presented us a much different situation, we couldn’t beat it to the launch ramp so we had to turn around and head into it, slide over, then follow the wake up towards the ramp.

After filleting the fish, we stowed everything in the boat and my Dad remarked, “Not a bad day considering the heavy south wind.  You know, if every time we had a meat haul like last week, our sport would be called catching, instead of fishing!”

 

Morning Walk, August 26, 2010

Starting off my walk on this past Tuesday morning there were a few wisps of fog hanging in the trees. Right away, not two hundred yards down the road from my house, there was a deer.

Taking the “shot” with barely enough light and the deer then running off, I continued on down the road.

Coming to a slight curve, I saw a skunk just going into the grass along side of the road. By the time I walked up to it, it had moved under my fence, almost into the thick stuff. Trying for a “shot” before really shooting at it, I took this picture. The quarry was a striped skunk, Mephitis mephitis, the areas leading carrier of rabies.

Then, unlimbering my .22 pistol, with a 1-1/4” barrel, I tried to “guesstimate” an aiming point. Three shots later it ran off, no skunk, so I continued on my walk.

The three shots put every wild thing in the area to seeking suitable cover, but I walked up on one of my neighbor’s llama, Lama glama, with its ears perked. He uses this South American camelid to protect his sheep and goats since they are fearless and great guards against the many predators around here.

Tuesday’s walk had a little bit of everything, some hasty “shots, some poor shooting, some excitement, my right knee didn’t hurt and I worked up a good sweat. What a way to start the day!

Specs Along The Channel

August is probably the hottest month along the upper Texas coast with the water in the shallow bays, East and West Galveston Bay and Christmas Bay, heating up to the mid eighties causing the big trout to seek cooler water. The cooler water we were heading out to this mid August morning in 1968 was along the Houston Ship Channel. The channel was begun in 1875 and not really completed until 1914. In the late 1990’s and early 2000’s it was widened to its present size of over five hundred feet, with a depth of forty-five.

The weather forecast was a good one, light winds, tide coming in, with scattered thunder storms, in the afternoon. Our plan was to finish up by lunch, so we didn’t anticipate any bad weather or problems.

In my seventeen foot, deep vee pictured, we, my Dad and Uncle, Alvin Pyland, better known as Unkie, launched at the bait camp at San Leon and made the short run out to the ship channel. We went about two hundred yards on the Smith’s Point side of the ship channel and started our drift. In the years before the ship channel, at low tides, cattlemen would drive their herds across the five, plus mile, wide bay, using the reef that extended from Eagle Point to Smith’s Point, but the channel changed all of that!

Our tackle was six and a half foot popping rods, red, Ambassaduer reels filled with fifteen pound, mono line. We used a popping cork with a three-foot, leader, a light weight and a small treble hook. Our bait was live shrimp. We’d cast out, pop the cork, reel up the slack, repeat the process until we either had a strike or we retrieved the rig back to the boat, then, cast back out and repeat the process.
Unkie and my Dad cast out and hadn’t made one or two “pops” when they had big strikes, both fish were good ones, taking line and circling the boat, a sure sign of a big trout! Netting Unkies fish first, a real nice five pounder, my Dad’s fish put on a show around the boat for us and we could see that is was a little bigger than Unkies.

Finally I cast out, popped the cork once and “bam”, had a big strike. A twenty-yard, first run, highlighted this fight, along with two circles of the boat, with a lot of wallows on top before my Dad slipped the net under the spec, a twin of his.

We were probably fifteen miles up from the Galveston Jetties, the mouth of the Houston Ship Channel and in the distance, south of us, the morning’s first big tanker was heading our way. My Dad said, “Boy, you’ve never seen the wake these big ships throw up, have you?” “What wakes?” was my answer. Unkie chimed in, “Six or seven footers, that’s what and we’d better get everything in the boat squared away!” This got my attention quick. We quit fishing and knowing that if you’re in heavy seas, you head into them and don’t get caught broad side, I started the engine and here the came the wake.

Looking at the wake, it came toward us, obliquely, in a long line, soon it was only fifty foot from us, then, here it was! The deep vee in my boat’s hull cut smoothly through the seven foot, wake and rode up and down it. It would have swamped us if we’d been broadside to it!

Going back to catching specs, before the tide changed we put a dozen more five to six pounders into the cooler. We experienced three more big wakes, got back to the launch ramp before noon, filleted the fish and missed the forecasted thunder storms.

More Outdoors Pictures, August 22, 2010

Last Tuesday I drove over to Temple and visited with my knee doctor and got the same old report from him, “In two or three years you’ll need a replacement for your right knee.” Not liking his report any better this time, on Wednesday I drove up to Irving and, despite the killing heat, 115 on Thursday, played in five, Senior Softball games. It was so hot and humid that our third game on Thursday was canceled.

As a side note, during the two-day tournament, three players fell out, with one having to be hospitalized for heat stroke. All three ate no breakfast and drank only sports drinks, no water. Replacing electrolytes are fine, but you have to replace the water that is sweated out!

After getting home from Temple, late Tuesday afternoon, I was able to get a couple of “shots” of a big, buck. This one is probably the one I mentioned in my August 14, post, [More Outdoors Pictures].

There was a group of 6 deer and the big one, the buck, in the middle, has his head down browsing.

After the heard broke up, the big one is still in the center of this “shot”. Cropping the picture helps some to see his size.

A third “shot” of the big one and more cropping shows the excellent size of this big boy!

I wonder if that young, dark one is a melanistic deer?

Morning Walk, August 20, 2010

Having really been in a white-out, fogged in situation before, see my September 17, 2009 post, [White Out], yesterday morning as I stepped out for my third try at a morning walk, there were wisps of fog hanging off the ground in the trees.

Thinking nothing about the fog, that in the middle of August is unusual around this part of central, Texas, I walked on. As I reached the old windmill on Crumley’s property and looked out over his field, there wasn’t much seeing since the fog was heavy and everything was fogged in!

Finishing my fog bound walk, of course, I didn’t see any deer or get any “shots”, but there was one real positive thing that happened – my right knee felt fine and didn’t hurt. Playing softball, with my Unloader Brace on, I can hit and run, but walking irritates the bone-on- bone situation, but today my knee felt fine!

This spring and summer having tried two other times to start my morning walks and both ending with a sore knee, this was a great step (no pun intended) forward and I even worked up a real good sweat!

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