Hunting with Sean, my grandson who you’ve met before in several of my posts, in MaMaw’s blind, we climbed up into it and hadn’t waited 15 minutes, when a big 7 pointer walked up behind the feeder.  Sean was a little nervous and surprised that the buck had just walked up.  He already had the .243 stuck outside the window, as he moved the rifle slightly and waited and waited and waited until the buck walked off into the thick stuff.  Asking him, “Why didn’t you shoot”, his reply was a series of reasons why he didn’t shoot, mainly nerves I expect!

Within 5 minutes, an 8 pointer showed up and Sean was ready this time.  With very little coaching, BOOM, the .243 sounded off, I wasn’t expecting the shot so I didn’t see the buck jump, but he ran off behind the feeder at speed!  We waited the 15 minutes, they seemed very long, then we closed up the blind and walked to the feeder.

Good, there was a spot of blood and it looked like some lung mixed in, this wouldn’t be a long search.  We found the buck out in the open, the shot was right through the lungs and he hadn’t run less then 50 yards.  Here’s the picture with Sean smiling and his first buck.

Last Wednesday, hunting with Randy, he addled a buck, a nice one, at a friends place, knocked him down, but he jumped up and no worse for ware ran off.  Addled was the word we used because obviously, he hit a wire of the feeder and the shot must have glanced up to the horn area.  We searched and searched, but no buck, no blood trail either.  Going back on Thursday AM early, no sign and no blood from the buck, so I guess he wasn’t hit very bad!  My neighbor hunted for him Thursday morning also, no buck or, a good sign, no buzzards circling.

Then the bad weather hit, I was frozen in my place, ice on the roads, ice on my driveway, ice everywhere, but lucky for me no power outages, I was frozen in for 2 days.  No deer hunting either, way too cold.  During this cold snap the temps got below 10 degrees, too cold for me!