Thinking back over the years, I have to hang my head at the thought of the amateur moves I've made that have cost me some big deer.
Post up your stories that have cost you legitimate chances at killing big deer.
I'll start with one of many:
In 2011, SE got hammered with winterkill. I scouted all summer seeing very little for bucks over about 3 years old.
Finally, in late August, I got a glimpse, just a glimpse, of a good buck just as he stepped in the timber. It was just cracking light and he looked wide (I like wide) but couldn't tell much else. I should've just stayed and got a better look at him, but as always, in a hurry to get somewhere else. By late September, I had scouted/archery hunted a lot of other country and hadn't seen anything better, so decided to give the wide buck a try.
I showed up a two days before the season hoping to see him and decide if he was good enough to punch my tag or just keep looking for the season.
The day before the season, I hiked around the mountain on a narrow horse trail toward the hillside I'd seen him on. As it got light, I noticed there were buck tracks in the trail from at least 3 or 4 bucks. I had to choose between backtracking, climbing to the top and then glassing down, or continue on the trail on the same level the bucks were on.
I took the "lazy" choice and stayed on the trail convincing myself he probably wasn't in the group anyway as I still had a mile to go to get to where I'd seen him. I should have studied the tracks closer and I'd realized they were only minutes old.
Not 200 yards down the trail, I jumped the herd (remember the season is still closed till next day). There were six bucks trotting away at 100 yards, spooked by my aloof presence. I ripped the spotting scope out and got on them.
In the front was a buck about 30-32" wide and had heavy bases & beams to match his spread. He was only about a foot or so tall and had a huge body indicating an old buck. His lack of height explained why I couldn’t tell he was a giant buck when I glimpsed him in August. Even without the height, he was a great buck few people would pass up- especially me.
I spooked them so bad they hit the timber and turned down canyon. I spent 7 more days over 2 trips up there and never saw him again.
The mountain gets pressured quite a bit and I would have had to been on him opening morning to have a chance. If I'd just stopped and got above them when I saw the tracks, I probably couldv'e had his home address opening morning. To find a buck of that width on such a bad year was a God-send, which I blew.
Amateur move for sure.
and yours?
Post up your stories that have cost you legitimate chances at killing big deer.
I'll start with one of many:
In 2011, SE got hammered with winterkill. I scouted all summer seeing very little for bucks over about 3 years old.
Finally, in late August, I got a glimpse, just a glimpse, of a good buck just as he stepped in the timber. It was just cracking light and he looked wide (I like wide) but couldn't tell much else. I should've just stayed and got a better look at him, but as always, in a hurry to get somewhere else. By late September, I had scouted/archery hunted a lot of other country and hadn't seen anything better, so decided to give the wide buck a try.
I showed up a two days before the season hoping to see him and decide if he was good enough to punch my tag or just keep looking for the season.
The day before the season, I hiked around the mountain on a narrow horse trail toward the hillside I'd seen him on. As it got light, I noticed there were buck tracks in the trail from at least 3 or 4 bucks. I had to choose between backtracking, climbing to the top and then glassing down, or continue on the trail on the same level the bucks were on.
I took the "lazy" choice and stayed on the trail convincing myself he probably wasn't in the group anyway as I still had a mile to go to get to where I'd seen him. I should have studied the tracks closer and I'd realized they were only minutes old.
Not 200 yards down the trail, I jumped the herd (remember the season is still closed till next day). There were six bucks trotting away at 100 yards, spooked by my aloof presence. I ripped the spotting scope out and got on them.
In the front was a buck about 30-32" wide and had heavy bases & beams to match his spread. He was only about a foot or so tall and had a huge body indicating an old buck. His lack of height explained why I couldn’t tell he was a giant buck when I glimpsed him in August. Even without the height, he was a great buck few people would pass up- especially me.
I spooked them so bad they hit the timber and turned down canyon. I spent 7 more days over 2 trips up there and never saw him again.
The mountain gets pressured quite a bit and I would have had to been on him opening morning to have a chance. If I'd just stopped and got above them when I saw the tracks, I probably couldv'e had his home address opening morning. To find a buck of that width on such a bad year was a God-send, which I blew.
Amateur move for sure.
and yours?
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