BattleBorn
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Well, I finally got a moment to post these pics and write up a little story of my Nevada harvest this year. I glassed this guy bedded down in the early afternoon under the trees on the edge of a little bowl. A good look thru the spotting scope, as he was a good 1200 yards plus away, convinced me he was a bit nicer than a few good bucks I had already passed on.
With the wind blowing in my face I put the sneak on him, making my way to a rocky point about 400 yards from him. After glassing him some more and putting the spotting scope on him again, I attempted to position myself on the rocks for a solid fatal shot with my faithful 270. Unfortunately, my attempts resulted in comical failure as the formation of rocks I perched myself on gave me no comfortable and solid position to take an ethical shot from. At that yardage, if I wasn?t comfortable I wasn?t going to take the shot.
I put the pack back on and headed across a ravine that would take me up to the opposite side of the bowl from where he was bedded. Busted!!!! At the bottom of the ravine a small group of alerted doe?s made their way out of the cedars in front of me, and where else would they go but up into the bowl. I found exactly what I expected when I got to the edge of the bowl, a small patch of earth in the light snow cover where he had been bedded. Glassing the trees along the edge of the bowl for a good half hour produced no sign of life nor did it make me feel any better about my error in allowing his sentries to get between me and him.
I made my way to where he had been spending a leisure afternoon under the trees and determined he had made his way back into the trees. I worked my way one silent step at time thru the trees until I began to see an old burned out ravine on the other side. Spotting a couple of doe, I made my way out of sight around the opposite side of where I had spotted them. Cresting over slowly, the deer began to come into view one by one. Amongst the does was a small four point and the buck I was pursuing, having an evening graze on the grasses beneath their hooves.
Now 300 yards from him I was able to set up for a solid shot, utilizing a burned out tree for support. One squeeze, one bang, one jump, one lifeless buck, all equaled one happy hunter.
Enjoy the pics.
With the wind blowing in my face I put the sneak on him, making my way to a rocky point about 400 yards from him. After glassing him some more and putting the spotting scope on him again, I attempted to position myself on the rocks for a solid fatal shot with my faithful 270. Unfortunately, my attempts resulted in comical failure as the formation of rocks I perched myself on gave me no comfortable and solid position to take an ethical shot from. At that yardage, if I wasn?t comfortable I wasn?t going to take the shot.
I put the pack back on and headed across a ravine that would take me up to the opposite side of the bowl from where he was bedded. Busted!!!! At the bottom of the ravine a small group of alerted doe?s made their way out of the cedars in front of me, and where else would they go but up into the bowl. I found exactly what I expected when I got to the edge of the bowl, a small patch of earth in the light snow cover where he had been bedded. Glassing the trees along the edge of the bowl for a good half hour produced no sign of life nor did it make me feel any better about my error in allowing his sentries to get between me and him.
I made my way to where he had been spending a leisure afternoon under the trees and determined he had made his way back into the trees. I worked my way one silent step at time thru the trees until I began to see an old burned out ravine on the other side. Spotting a couple of doe, I made my way out of sight around the opposite side of where I had spotted them. Cresting over slowly, the deer began to come into view one by one. Amongst the does was a small four point and the buck I was pursuing, having an evening graze on the grasses beneath their hooves.
Now 300 yards from him I was able to set up for a solid shot, utilizing a burned out tree for support. One squeeze, one bang, one jump, one lifeless buck, all equaled one happy hunter.
Enjoy the pics.
