I'm getting to ol' for this thing everyone calls hunting.. :wave: :mrgreen: :wave:
Long story short version.
8:13 (checked my trusty Timex) opening morning of our modern gun deer season... Had a big ol' good un (tall and wide for our neck of the woods) walking towards me in my right side shooting lane (now known as The Hole in the Wall)... Crosshairs on him... Safety off... Waiting patiently for him to make that fatal turn into either thicket on either sides of the lane... It's happened a bunch of time before without fail and a bunch of bucks have met their maker when they did so... Did I forget to say I don't really like frontal shots on our little whitetails we have in south Arkansas... Anyway, the lane is 265 yards long and he came out at the far end of it... Closer and closer and closer he came until he got to within somewhere in the neighborhood of 125 yards... He stopped and looked to the right and then back to the left showing me he was a GOOD 8 point at least... Still waiting patiently for his body to do them same... Then he decided to nibble a little on the attempt of a food plot we had prepared for the deer and turkey... Nibble here. Nibble there. Nibble everywhere never turning his body... Patients wearing thin and I was getting a bit tired of holding my 270 Tikka T3 lite in the same position for as long as I had... I figured he was enjoying his nibbling so ol' wore out Ol' Arky lifted his head and leaned back just a tad and catching a split second of relax time... If you haven't figured out by now Murphy's Law took charge... What could go wrong relaxing a couple of seconds??? It did cause when I settled the crosshairs back on him all I could see was the north half of a south bound buck disappearing into the thicket on the right side of the shooting lane never to return to that spot the rest of the 8 days I set there and watched for him and watched for him and watched for him...
Now don't get me wrong, I did see a lot of other deer of which several were small legal bucks... But I just could bring myself to even lift up my trusty rifle much less put the crosshairs on one...
I did get to hunt with one of my younger grandsons and just got a text from my oldest son that my little buddy killed a 10 point at 2:55 this afternoon.. :upthumb: :upthumb: :upthumb:
My 9 days at deer camp are now complete...
I had the privilege to get to go and now have the privilege of knowing my little buddy has killed the deer he wanted to kill while hunting with me but it ended up being with his dad... :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
So for me, hope to go back Thanksgiving weekend. Watch that "Hole in the Wall" along with the "Valley of Death" and the other unnamed lane for now a while longer and see if ol' Lucky will show up again and hope that Ol' Arky will be the lucky one when he does...
And yes I haven't felt good BUT I'm gratefully for the privilege to be there and enjoy being there....
If your wondering how I came up with "Hole in the Wall", I noticed while watching ol Lucky walk down the lane that this year 2 large pine trees have spread there limbs making a canopy over the lane looking like a circle... So ol' Lucky walked thru the "Hole in the Wall" and lived through it... :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
To be continued!!!!!! :wave: :wave:
Long story short version.
8:13 (checked my trusty Timex) opening morning of our modern gun deer season... Had a big ol' good un (tall and wide for our neck of the woods) walking towards me in my right side shooting lane (now known as The Hole in the Wall)... Crosshairs on him... Safety off... Waiting patiently for him to make that fatal turn into either thicket on either sides of the lane... It's happened a bunch of time before without fail and a bunch of bucks have met their maker when they did so... Did I forget to say I don't really like frontal shots on our little whitetails we have in south Arkansas... Anyway, the lane is 265 yards long and he came out at the far end of it... Closer and closer and closer he came until he got to within somewhere in the neighborhood of 125 yards... He stopped and looked to the right and then back to the left showing me he was a GOOD 8 point at least... Still waiting patiently for his body to do them same... Then he decided to nibble a little on the attempt of a food plot we had prepared for the deer and turkey... Nibble here. Nibble there. Nibble everywhere never turning his body... Patients wearing thin and I was getting a bit tired of holding my 270 Tikka T3 lite in the same position for as long as I had... I figured he was enjoying his nibbling so ol' wore out Ol' Arky lifted his head and leaned back just a tad and catching a split second of relax time... If you haven't figured out by now Murphy's Law took charge... What could go wrong relaxing a couple of seconds??? It did cause when I settled the crosshairs back on him all I could see was the north half of a south bound buck disappearing into the thicket on the right side of the shooting lane never to return to that spot the rest of the 8 days I set there and watched for him and watched for him and watched for him...
Now don't get me wrong, I did see a lot of other deer of which several were small legal bucks... But I just could bring myself to even lift up my trusty rifle much less put the crosshairs on one...
I did get to hunt with one of my younger grandsons and just got a text from my oldest son that my little buddy killed a 10 point at 2:55 this afternoon.. :upthumb: :upthumb: :upthumb:
My 9 days at deer camp are now complete...
I had the privilege to get to go and now have the privilege of knowing my little buddy has killed the deer he wanted to kill while hunting with me but it ended up being with his dad... :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
So for me, hope to go back Thanksgiving weekend. Watch that "Hole in the Wall" along with the "Valley of Death" and the other unnamed lane for now a while longer and see if ol' Lucky will show up again and hope that Ol' Arky will be the lucky one when he does...
And yes I haven't felt good BUT I'm gratefully for the privilege to be there and enjoy being there....
If your wondering how I came up with "Hole in the Wall", I noticed while watching ol Lucky walk down the lane that this year 2 large pine trees have spread there limbs making a canopy over the lane looking like a circle... So ol' Lucky walked thru the "Hole in the Wall" and lived through it... :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:
To be continued!!!!!! :wave: :wave: