Texas Deer Hunt
Getting back to why we hunt.
When I moved to Missouri almost four years ago my hunting opportunities
were drastically diminished to say the least. I literally had to
start from scratch, and finding good property to hunt on a budget
is a monumental task. Well, 2012 was the year that all of the networking
and searching paid off.
In early September I came across a small tract of land that has
not had hunting pressure in years. This property bordered the city
limits and I made the decision that due to its proximity to houses,
to only bow hunt. After hastily setting up a tree stand and trail
cameras, I soon realized that I was in a decent spot, but not THE
SPOT. In early October, I moved a trail camera only 80 yards away
and gave it a week. When I retrieved the SD Card I seen more deer
then I knew were moving through the property and bigger bucks then
I had imagined. It was time to get into full on Bow Hunting Mode
with a beautiful 8 pt as the goal.
I hunted every chance that I could, probably more then I should
have. I definitely indoctrinated my fiancé Clara into the
world of hunting in a big way. All day hunts on Saturday and Sundays,
quick early hunts before work and every other second I could make
work. I must say that she was a trooper, even joining me a couple
times out in the pop-up blind. Thorough all of this time in the
woods, I never did take a deer. I had set my goal and I was going
to stick with it. I was big buck hunting until December 1, after
that I would consider taking a doe. I turned down several 6 pts
and many does but never got a shot at my buck.
In October I was invited to hunt a friends ranch down it North-West
Texas. He is a Trophy Hunter and they have been practicing Quality
Deer Management on the property for over 10 years. To say the least
I was extremely excited to be going on another Texas hunt.
I left Missouri and took the “scenic” 11 hour drive
down through Joplin into Oklahoma and into the Lone Star State.
I had visions of a monster buck running through my head the whole
way. This was the chance to take the biggest buck of my life and
I had a new Savage 7mm dialed in and ready for the opportunity.
On Friday, I was in the tri-pod stand well before sunrise and expecting
great things. I was abruptly reminded of why it is called Hunting,
and not Shooting! Around 9 am a beautiful 8 pt ran through but would
not stop for a shot. After a quick thought of hopefully he will
be back, reality set in. I sat the rest of the day in 80 degree
weather with 20+ mph winds. Saturday was much of the same, a full
day sit in hot and windy conditions with no action. About 15 minutes
before sunset a doe walked out about 85 yds away. After she cleared
the Mesquite trees, I squeezed the trigger and dropped her.
With it being so warm, we quickly took a couple pictures and got
her to the barn to process. She was skinned, quartered and in the
cooler within 30 minutes of being shot. I must say that I was impressed
by Toby’s knife skills. With a little hitch in my step, I
headed back out Sunday with hopes of getting my Texas trophy. Sunday
was much of the same, and I didn’t see a single deer. With
that the hunt came to an end and I took the long drive back to Missouri
with plenty of time to reflect on my hunting season.
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Some of the Wildlife
The Final Out Come