Wild Bill Bucks
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About 10 or 12 years ago, I was scouting a pipeline, and found a very well used trail going across. Right next to the run was a huge Oak tree, that had easily climbable limbs up to a huge limb about 20 ft. from the base. It was probably the most perfect tree for a stand I had ever seen.
I opted to look around a little before choosing the tree, and about 200 yards from the trail, I came across another trail with as many tracks across it, as the original trail I had found. I decided to find a tree about 1/2 way between the two trails, so I could maximize my hunting territory, and I decided the next morning, this is where I would sit.
The next morning I got to my tree about 1/2 hour before dawn, and waited for something to come across one of the trails. Just as the dawn broke, a real nice 8 point stepped out in the first trail I had seen, walked almost to the middle of the pipeline and stopped. I eased my rifle to my shoulder and dropped him where he stood. Two kicks on the ground, and it was over.
As I climbed down my tree, and made my way over to the deer, I was thinking how I was going to give the guys at camp a bad time, about how long it took me to tag out.
Just about the time I reached down to look at my deer, I heard a voice from above me say," I was letting that one walk for my son".
Needless to say, I almost wet my pants. This guy was sitting in the tree that I thought would make a really good stand, facing away from where I had been sitting, and the tree trunk completely hid him from my sight. I had NO IDEA that anyone else was anywhere around where I was hunting.
I did not know really what to do, so I apologized to him and explained why I did not see him. I was lucky that this guy had a good sense of humor, as I am sure it looked like I shot the deer right out from under him.
I offered to give him the deer, but he was almost laughing by this time, and after realizing that I was telling the truth, he actually helped me take my deer to the ATV.
Wound up being a pretty nice guy, and his son and he wound up getting a couple of nice bucks before the week-end was over.
I consider myself to be a very considerate hunter, and I never try to do something that would interfere with someone else's hunt, but some times, no matter how hard you try, you still come off looking stupid.
I opted to look around a little before choosing the tree, and about 200 yards from the trail, I came across another trail with as many tracks across it, as the original trail I had found. I decided to find a tree about 1/2 way between the two trails, so I could maximize my hunting territory, and I decided the next morning, this is where I would sit.
The next morning I got to my tree about 1/2 hour before dawn, and waited for something to come across one of the trails. Just as the dawn broke, a real nice 8 point stepped out in the first trail I had seen, walked almost to the middle of the pipeline and stopped. I eased my rifle to my shoulder and dropped him where he stood. Two kicks on the ground, and it was over.
As I climbed down my tree, and made my way over to the deer, I was thinking how I was going to give the guys at camp a bad time, about how long it took me to tag out.
Just about the time I reached down to look at my deer, I heard a voice from above me say," I was letting that one walk for my son".
Needless to say, I almost wet my pants. This guy was sitting in the tree that I thought would make a really good stand, facing away from where I had been sitting, and the tree trunk completely hid him from my sight. I had NO IDEA that anyone else was anywhere around where I was hunting.
I did not know really what to do, so I apologized to him and explained why I did not see him. I was lucky that this guy had a good sense of humor, as I am sure it looked like I shot the deer right out from under him.
I offered to give him the deer, but he was almost laughing by this time, and after realizing that I was telling the truth, he actually helped me take my deer to the ATV.
Wound up being a pretty nice guy, and his son and he wound up getting a couple of nice bucks before the week-end was over.
I consider myself to be a very considerate hunter, and I never try to do something that would interfere with someone else's hunt, but some times, no matter how hard you try, you still come off looking stupid.