Art Eatman
Staff in Memoriam
A lot of deer hunters look for a complete deer when sneaky-snaking. Big mistake. You look for pieces of a deer: Sun glint off an antler tine. A nose or an eye, since little in nature is actually black. Or maybe just a deer's rump in some brush. If he moves, it's amazing how you'll think, "Why didn't I see him before?" as you now see the whole deer--and often too late for a shot.
Some people have a knack for it; others never develop the ability.
So, a story: Decades ago, my father was hunting in west Texas mule deer country, walking along with a wetback ranch hand with whom he'd worked before. Suddenly: "Missa Willie! Missa Willie! Hay vena'o!" (There's a deer!)
They go through the whole routine of the white rock, the big cactus, the clump of greasewood. Suddenly the buck flicked an ear, and he was quite obvious at some 350 yards up a mountainside next to a clump of greasewood. So, in Willie's usual fashion, bang, whop, flop.
My father then looked at the ranch hand and asked, "Now, just how in the hell did you spot that deer?"
"Oh, I see his eye."
A hunter's life is a learning curve that never peaks.
Some people have a knack for it; others never develop the ability.
So, a story: Decades ago, my father was hunting in west Texas mule deer country, walking along with a wetback ranch hand with whom he'd worked before. Suddenly: "Missa Willie! Missa Willie! Hay vena'o!" (There's a deer!)
They go through the whole routine of the white rock, the big cactus, the clump of greasewood. Suddenly the buck flicked an ear, and he was quite obvious at some 350 yards up a mountainside next to a clump of greasewood. So, in Willie's usual fashion, bang, whop, flop.
My father then looked at the ranch hand and asked, "Now, just how in the hell did you spot that deer?"
"Oh, I see his eye."
A hunter's life is a learning curve that never peaks.