De is really on a roll this year now with his second buck. De had a rough 2020 so I guess he is making up for it. This heavy horned buck is the second buck De has bagged from the same stand this year. (I hope De scribbled that stand number out of the log book, he might find it getting signed into by others wanting to cash in on the luck. 🙂
Speaking of luck, hey De, you haven’t been by that store in Port Gibson where Boo buys his dice have you? 🙂
Our management data tells us that the most bucks are killed around the 15th and 16th of December. This year’s harvest seems to fall in line with that data as the following bucks were taken just last week. Below is De with a nice buck with a 17.5′ spread. Congatulations De!
And I believe this is Kevin’s 2nd deer below, I don’t have the data on it.
Here’s a collage of all the bucks from this year, so far.
I always seem to see deer on the late Sunday hunt. This past Sunday was no exception, when this gorgeous buck walked under my tree and spent a solid five minutes ten yards away.
I saw him coming in time to stand up and get ready and he even stopped behind a tree to let me raise my bow. But when he walked in closer I could see his rack clearly, allowing me to size him up and I quickly realized he was one that should be left for next year. The buck I got in bow season is larger and of course we are on a progressive program which means I need to find a bigger deer. We still follow our QDM guidelines, right?
He has a brown coat, chocolate I call it. He happily chewed on acorns and completely ignored the scrape under the beech limb which certainly must have been his. I watched him chew so long that I thought he must be chewing a cud. I found this article on whitetails that explains: http://facstaff.uwa.edu/jmccall/BY103/whitetail_deer.htm
It was difficult to hold a bow and video but I did manage these clips. I shortened them to take out the jittery movements and maneuvers I was doing to operate a phone one-handed.
Sunday afternoon was mine and Chris’ first Ragsdale hunt of the season and unfortunately it was a hot afternoon, giving us low expectations. Chris and were pretty discouraged with all the logging/damage/you-name-it that has happened at the camp but were pleasantly surprised when this nice buck came out in front of me at 6:36 pm. Perfect brown “honey” colored horns, beautiful coat but lean, not much fat yet but still 185 lbs.
Approximately 18 yard shot, quartering away with head down. Arrow entered behind rib cage and exited at the opposite side shoulder and clipped the back of his left ear. Managed to miss the heart and liver, but the lungs were drilled. Had a lighted nock which came on for an instant and then disappeared in the deer. We looked for the lighted nock but couldn’t find it until we cleaned the deer and the back half of the arrow was still inside. We recovered the deer only about thirty yards away from where the shot was made.
With no winch and no ATV we were, to say the least, challenged to get this brute out, but, thanks to the loggers (can’t believe I wrote that), we had a skidder trail and we used our little deer dolly and mostly Chris’ brute strength and ingenuity to get him out. It was hard but we had him at the camp by 9:00.
To celebrate Chris said he had exactly two beers in his cooler. He reached in and grabbed them and that’s when we noticed the artwork on the can. Bock is the German word for buck, notice the arrows through the heart!
Inside spread – 15.75 inches Left Side Main Beam – 21.5″ Base 5″ G2 – 9.5″
Brian called me and we have the pipe and the trencher. Bo will be down Friday, Brian and Randy by noon Friday and they will get started on Friday, getting most or all of the trenching done so hopefully only laying of pipe on Saturday. Actually we hope to tie in above the break near the bridge, we do have enough pipe to do the entire thing. If we can tie-in, then we can return the leftover pipe get refunded for it. Brian is hoping the pipe laying won’t take more than about four hours. If you have a bush hog and tractor, please bring it. The loggers are at Rock Ford and headed out at Cable so our camp roads are good to go. The pipe purchase will require us all to chip in another $100. Randy loaned us $500 to get the pipe.
Also gate work to be done Saturday. James K, (Phil) has to be at his other deer camp this Saturday but said he will bring it at a later date.
Well the governor says groups of 20 can meet so our annual camp meeting and crawfish boil is on again, for Saturday May 16. Boo has again graciously offered his place for the event. Same plans as last time, have the meeting at 1:00PM and then eat crawfish about 2:30. Boo’s address is 3030 Barnes Rd, Crystal Spring 39059. Turn at the Pet Motel sign, that is Boo’s drive. Boo’s phone number is
601 953-8780 if you get lost and need help finding it. If you want a chair to sit in you should bring it.
Chris and I made one last try for a turkey Sunday. We had a nice morning but I think the turkeys have decided to put an end to the season. We were on cable road, parked at #62. We put our gear in the truck and headed toward the gate and as we came through the place where the bank is high on either side we saw a bear about 75 yards ahead raking a cedar tree. He must be that big one that keeps that pine tree torn up. He was big and stretched out on that cedar tree. He was in direct sunlight and the way the sun was reflecting on his hair he looked like he was a brownish cinnamon instead of black. I’m not sure if that was really his color or if it was just the sunlight making him look that way but he wasn’t the solid black I would have expected.
When he heard us he turned that big head and big yellow nose, gave us one look and then he was off down in Regan hollow like he was after a jelly doughnut. It wasn’t an encounter like De’s but we were both really excited to have finally seen Mr. Big out for a stroll. In the pic above Chris is raising his hand to the point where the bear had left fresh scratches. Actually the scratches go a ways higher than his hand. Chris is 6’2″. The bear’s shoulders were about even with Chris’ head. Yeah, a big boy for sure. This is probably the bear that found my buck and drug it off and ate on it. He was coming out of the same hollow where I had found the last blood.
Chris bagged this bird this morning, Wed. April 15, one day before his birthday and his daughter Natalie and I were able to share in the experience.
It was a textbook hunt. Chris did the calling and the shooting while I assisted a little on a slate call with some purring and clucking. Started out good with a gobbler and hens coming in close early:
The birds wouldn’t come any closer though but about nine o’clock I saw Chris raise his 870. I was facing the opposite direction and couldn’t see where he was aiming but I knew the way he leveled off it had to be a turkey. Natalie was sound asleep but came up quickly when Chris pulled the trigger and sent a round of turkey load through the 870’s “jelly head”.
Apparently the gobbler came in the back way and was strutting and drumming on a little mound of dirt. Chris made a clean shot and I thought I was making a video of Chris getting up and picking up his turkey, but I, duh, forgot to press record on the phone. Then I tried to make another video, but I inadvertently selected “slo-mo”. So much for my career as a videographer.
It was a great morning. The gobbler sported a nice beard, 9 inches.