Well I found out today that I suffer from buck fever. I’ve been patiently waiting for the right buck to come along because my goal for this season was a big, mature 3 or 4 point.
This morning I passed up a nice, little 3 point that looked to only be 2 1/2 years old. A few short hunts later I find myself on the edge of a very large, very steep canyon. I noticed a bench below me with a little finger ridge running off of it. I thought it looked like a great place for a buck so I start glassing and am immediately greeted by a white face and a decent frame. One glance and I knew it was a big bodied, mature buck. I honestly didn’t take the time to evaluate antlers because he was in the open and very aware of my presence. Given his size I was confident he was a good 3 or maybe even a little 4 point. I quickly dropped the legs on my bipod, got solid and sent a Barnes TSX his way. I heard the thump and watched him crash into some tan oak brush. It took about 25 minutes to find a way down to him. When I finally fished him out of the brush I was greeted with a forky! Not exactly what I was hoping for this season but he’s a mature, beautiful buck so I’m very grateful.
The pack out wasn’t that far, but it was steeper than a cows face, soaking wet, and the ground was littered with logging slash hidden under low growing blackberry vines and black-capped raspberries. It was miserable!