Let me take a moment to apologize since my last post not much note worth has happened, a few things here and there, such as, I took Boss hunting again on Friday, and Saturday mourning we saw a MONSTER buck around 9:20am. We pulled up to a feeder, and I was glassing it, and this is how it went down…
Boss, “Sarge, you see anything over there?”
Me, “Spike, Doe under the feeder, small buck…”
Just as I was finishing that sentence the “Doe” lifted her head, and BAM, deep, dark mahogany colored horns are a couple inches outside the feeder on either side, he had a rack bigger than some mule deer I have seen. I started breathing a chant “oh my god, shoot, shoot it” over and over. Boss went ballistic, and tried to get a shot, however his rest was unstable, and the spike started trotting off after a Doe that was near the tree line. ‘Al Calhoun’ the buck, started a fast gallivant walk after the spike, he went behind a thicket of trees, and as Boss maneuvered to get a shot as he came out, we lost sight of him, Al Calhoun disappeared.
We returned to the truck, freaking out slightly, and decided not to pressure him by trying to chase him down, but that we would come back a bit later, there is plenty of deer season left. We went into ‘The Chatterbox’ a awesome small diner, all home cooked right in front of you, had some breakfast while planning and trying hard to keep the coffee mugs steady in the afterglow of the adrenaline rush that followed such an event. We picked up some corn at the T&C, (town and country, it s a gas station/convince store line) it was a couple hours later, and somewhere around noon when we got back out there, a storm front had started to move in and the wind was heavy outa the south. The first thing that we saw where some cows, bed down next to the road on the lease, this was not a good sign, if the animals where bed down, we wouldn’t get another chance at Al Calhoun this weekend, there would be no way to catch him running around, and seeing him hiding in the brush would be dang near impossible. A little about the hunting lease…its not the biggest lease in the world, however we only hunt roughly 15% of it, giving the other areas as safe zones for the game animals.
We where driving along slowly, trying hard to stare holes through the brush line so as to see hidden antlers in the tangle of underbrush when Boss slams on the breaks. “There he is!” he whispers in triumph, I stare hard at the brush and finally see a very large 11 point buck sitting up in the middle of a HUGE pile of prickly pear cactus. I could tell right off the back that it wasn’t Al Calhoun, but it was a damned fine buck, and Boss made a fine shot right in the throat. This is that buck:
After it was down, that’s when its my turn… if you have read the previous posts, you would know I am Boss’s Bitch, he calls me Son, treats me like his son, refers to me as his son, he has pretty much adopted me. However unlike his other Son, the one named Muscles, I am a tool for Boss to use, and I do all the lifting, all the carrying, and all the semi-sober driving, just about anything even moderately risky. The thing is I sorta enjoy it. So I climb through the cactus, drag the buck out, drag it 150 yards to the truck, lift it into the truck, and then wrap it up to take back to the deer processors (a friend of ours, we will call him Elmer) After that the day was pretty much about alcohol, hunting stories, and planning the next go round. The feeders where all filled, everything checked, pictures where taken (I’m also the photographer), and we headed back home. That was pretty much the end of the weekend, got home at actually a reasonable time Saturday afternoon.Sarge “The-everything-guy”
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