Post by Aggie01 on Dec 1, 2012 11:14:52 GMT -5
This morning was a little overcast, with a touch of foggy haze in the river bottom meadow I was hunting on dad's land this morning.
I have included a Google Earth picture of the area.
The little white square is the stand I was in, and the tire tracks across the field east to west head to the feeder.
I watched a tiny doe this morning that has visited the area every morning I have since the season opened. This morning I finally got a really good view of how tiny she really is. She crossed the fence around the feeder by walking over the bottom wire of the 4 wire fence - and it rubbed her belly as she went through.
The fellow I took to the butcher showed up like a ghost about an hour and a half after sunrise. I had to go the field glasses to make sure his stationary muzzle wasn't just a tree branch I hadn't noticed earlier. He was nearly motionless, but finally took a look back to the east, and I got a good enough look at his rack to sit up and take notice. I watched his muzzle peek out from behind a cedar tree for at least 30 minutes before he finally popped out. Something must have spooked him, as he came out of the brush with a lunge, and landed with his head down and swiveling. The 150 grain Winchester SP from my Encore .270 found his shoulders and the top of his lungs. He hit the dirt right there and never took a step. I know there have been bigger ones taken in our area, but this is easily my biggest harvest, both in body and rack.
He weighed 153 lbs field dressed.
I have included a Google Earth picture of the area.
The little white square is the stand I was in, and the tire tracks across the field east to west head to the feeder.
I watched a tiny doe this morning that has visited the area every morning I have since the season opened. This morning I finally got a really good view of how tiny she really is. She crossed the fence around the feeder by walking over the bottom wire of the 4 wire fence - and it rubbed her belly as she went through.
The fellow I took to the butcher showed up like a ghost about an hour and a half after sunrise. I had to go the field glasses to make sure his stationary muzzle wasn't just a tree branch I hadn't noticed earlier. He was nearly motionless, but finally took a look back to the east, and I got a good enough look at his rack to sit up and take notice. I watched his muzzle peek out from behind a cedar tree for at least 30 minutes before he finally popped out. Something must have spooked him, as he came out of the brush with a lunge, and landed with his head down and swiveling. The 150 grain Winchester SP from my Encore .270 found his shoulders and the top of his lungs. He hit the dirt right there and never took a step. I know there have been bigger ones taken in our area, but this is easily my biggest harvest, both in body and rack.
He weighed 153 lbs field dressed.
