swbuckmaster
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Opening morning blues with two Numb Chucks.
My hunt started out by getting out of my hammock at 4:30 am and fixing breakfast. I arrived at my blind 45 minutes before sunrise. Every thing was going as planned. By 7:00 am nothing had showed up yet except two numb Chucks. One I nicked named Chuck Norris because of his features and the other Chuck Adams because of his beanie hat. I mean no offence to either of these guys they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time for me. Both guys were using recurve bows with large flu flu like fletchings on their arrows. They were about 8o yards apart and moving fast. I heard them coming at least 200 yards away. When they saw me they waved and proceeded to walk right into my spot. I thought, ?How in the heck are these guys going to get anything with flu flu arrows, recurve bows and moving that fast?? Luckily these guys didn't ruin my hunt for the day. In fact it turned out to be very good. About a half hour after these guys moved through, the five deer I had been hunting came crashing towards me and stopped. I didn't have hardly any time to react. I also didn't want to rush the shot. I grabbed my range finder and took two readings which read 72 yards, and checked the angle and cut chart attached to my range finder. I knew if they held tight for just a few more seconds the big one would be in real trouble. I stood up, so I didn't hit my blind, and took two steps to the right, to get a shooting lane with no obstructions. When I stood up one of the deer spotted my movement and was watching me. I put my 60 yard pin on the largest deer?s vitals and looked where my fifty yard pin was and proceeded to compensate for the shot. I was just touching my trigger when all of the sudden they winded Andy, my friend, who was sitting closer but didn't have a shot. Deer ran every where and I had to let down. Less than 2 more seconds and this story would have had a picture attached.
Opening day turned out alright for me however for my friend Jerry it was unbelievable, which took place only a canyon away. Jerry got up and snuck down a 35 degree slope to his pre determined spot. As light started to show so did the deer. The first one to show was a 3x4 and a doe. As they fed into shooting distance he elected to pass as more deer were coming and bringing along one we were after, a heavy four point which we had nick named ?Little Buddy?. It would only be a matter of time and Little Buddy would follow the same path that the other deer had used. When Little Buddy had closed the gap to less than 150 yards someone behind him rolled a 2 foot bolder towards the deer and that was all it took to move the deer out of the area. As Jerry went back to camp he noticed there must have been 20 people surrounding the bowl he was hunting in. They looked like Indians in a cowboy movie on the ridge. Jerry was feeling pretty low at this point but he would soon find out what kind of competition he was up against. He nicked named this group ?The Real Deal?. This group of eight was taking a break, airing out their stinky shirts, and getting into DIY hunting shape by doing sit-ups. Look out Cameron Hanes these guy?s are the real deal. Finally came the grand finally ?The Butt Slider? which was a guy sliding down a 35 degree slope like Katusha rocket with a traffic flag kicking up dust. That must have been a sight. Too bad for Jerry and all of his hard work scouting, videoing, and preparing for opening morning.
If you are going to hunt public land you will have to turn negative situations into positive ones or you will be in for a heck of a roller coaster ride of emotions, especially if you feel you only had a successful day if you connect. Anyway I hope this story has brought some kind of comic relief to your opening morning blues.
My hunt started out by getting out of my hammock at 4:30 am and fixing breakfast. I arrived at my blind 45 minutes before sunrise. Every thing was going as planned. By 7:00 am nothing had showed up yet except two numb Chucks. One I nicked named Chuck Norris because of his features and the other Chuck Adams because of his beanie hat. I mean no offence to either of these guys they were just in the wrong place at the wrong time for me. Both guys were using recurve bows with large flu flu like fletchings on their arrows. They were about 8o yards apart and moving fast. I heard them coming at least 200 yards away. When they saw me they waved and proceeded to walk right into my spot. I thought, ?How in the heck are these guys going to get anything with flu flu arrows, recurve bows and moving that fast?? Luckily these guys didn't ruin my hunt for the day. In fact it turned out to be very good. About a half hour after these guys moved through, the five deer I had been hunting came crashing towards me and stopped. I didn't have hardly any time to react. I also didn't want to rush the shot. I grabbed my range finder and took two readings which read 72 yards, and checked the angle and cut chart attached to my range finder. I knew if they held tight for just a few more seconds the big one would be in real trouble. I stood up, so I didn't hit my blind, and took two steps to the right, to get a shooting lane with no obstructions. When I stood up one of the deer spotted my movement and was watching me. I put my 60 yard pin on the largest deer?s vitals and looked where my fifty yard pin was and proceeded to compensate for the shot. I was just touching my trigger when all of the sudden they winded Andy, my friend, who was sitting closer but didn't have a shot. Deer ran every where and I had to let down. Less than 2 more seconds and this story would have had a picture attached.
Opening day turned out alright for me however for my friend Jerry it was unbelievable, which took place only a canyon away. Jerry got up and snuck down a 35 degree slope to his pre determined spot. As light started to show so did the deer. The first one to show was a 3x4 and a doe. As they fed into shooting distance he elected to pass as more deer were coming and bringing along one we were after, a heavy four point which we had nick named ?Little Buddy?. It would only be a matter of time and Little Buddy would follow the same path that the other deer had used. When Little Buddy had closed the gap to less than 150 yards someone behind him rolled a 2 foot bolder towards the deer and that was all it took to move the deer out of the area. As Jerry went back to camp he noticed there must have been 20 people surrounding the bowl he was hunting in. They looked like Indians in a cowboy movie on the ridge. Jerry was feeling pretty low at this point but he would soon find out what kind of competition he was up against. He nicked named this group ?The Real Deal?. This group of eight was taking a break, airing out their stinky shirts, and getting into DIY hunting shape by doing sit-ups. Look out Cameron Hanes these guy?s are the real deal. Finally came the grand finally ?The Butt Slider? which was a guy sliding down a 35 degree slope like Katusha rocket with a traffic flag kicking up dust. That must have been a sight. Too bad for Jerry and all of his hard work scouting, videoing, and preparing for opening morning.
If you are going to hunt public land you will have to turn negative situations into positive ones or you will be in for a heck of a roller coaster ride of emotions, especially if you feel you only had a successful day if you connect. Anyway I hope this story has brought some kind of comic relief to your opening morning blues.