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The Neverending Learning Curve

October 29, 2014

It seems like there would come a point, after a lifetime of hunting, where you’d pretty much have it down.  You’d know the habits of your quarry, and the idiosyncrasies wouldn’t be quite as mysterious.  You’d understand why they do the things they do, and when you set out to hunt them, it would just be a matter of piecing the puzzle together.

That time would come where every step of preparation, planning, and the setup would be practically automatic.  Whether a ground blind or a tree stand, or even still hunting through the timber, you would know every step to take, and when to freeze, draw, and aim.  Mistakes would become things of the past… memories of silly oversights, missteps, and bonehead moves.

Well, I’m not there yet.  I probably never will be.

Despite the almost completely nocturnal activity going on right now, and the fact that most of the deer are happily fattening up on acorns, I decided to go sit my stand for the last couple of hours of shooting light tonight.  I practically ran out there, as the sun sets earlier and earlier this time of year, but I managed to get in and set up without incident.  I fired up the Thermacell and waited to see what would happen… expecting very little.

Near sunset, but much earlier than I expected, I caught the sound of a footstep on the loose rock.  A body brushed against a cedar branch.  A limb cracked.  Something was coming.

I eased around in my chair, thrilled to feel the barely moving breeze right in my face.  A shadow appeared through the cedars.  The white glow of antlers crowned a dark head.  The eight point I’ve been watching since August pushed through into the clearing, 19 yards from where I sat… rapt and surprised.

In person, he was a lot bigger than he looked on the game camera.  I slowly lifted my bow, moving in millimeters.  He was looking away, surveying the trail ahead.  My shoulders tensed as I started to draw.  And then he whipped his head around, his eyes locked right on me!  How the hell did he spot me?

I froze, willing my eyes to look away… to avoid contact with his stare.  His ears pricked forward.  His nostrils flared.  He couldn’t hear me.  He couldn’t smell me.  But he saw me.  Somehow, despite the hours of work… the gallons of sweat… the pints of blood I shed to build this blind… he saw me.

He turned, not spinning, but fast enough to keep me from getting to full draw.  And then he high stepped away, fading back into the cedars with that marching cadence that tells you he’s not quite sure what you are… but he’s not going to wait and find out.

I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, and I sat there sort of shocked.  Sure, 19 yards is pretty close.  But how in the world could he have seen me?

I turned to examine the blind, and then I realized… a section of brush had apparently settled, or fallen in on the back wall, and I was perfectly backlit by the setting sun.  A blind deer could have seen me turn and draw.  I probably looked like an actor on a giant movie screen to that buck.  I guess, in my rush to get into the blind and set up before dark, I didn’t really bother to take a quick look around.  What a bonehead move!

I’ll go out and fix it tomorrow, of course.  But tonight, I’m pretty sure my dreams are going to be haunted by that buck.

 

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  2. Al Quackenbush on October 30th, 2014 11:56

    Bummer, Phillip. I was on the edge of my seat and hoping. It is crazy how thing work out, but I hope he appears again soon for you. Good luck and happy hunting!

  3. Phillip on October 30th, 2014 12:28

    I was on the edge of my seat too, Al, especially when I realized which deer it was. I honestly didn’t expect to see anything at all, so the whole thing was a surprise… but not nearly as surprised as I was at realizing that there was a big gap in my blind.

    I’ve got a couple of fallback stands to work with, and I’m pretty sure he and the other bucks aren’t going far. We’ll see what the rest of the season brings.

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