I got my buck at 7:15 a.m. on Thursday, the 10th. Until a couple of days earlier, the weather had been unusually warm, making deer hunting pretty tough. We also had an exceptionally wet Spring and Summer, so the native grass and weeds were 5 to 8 feet high, restricting visibility dramatically. In the previous days, I had opportunities to take any number of does, fawns and forkhorn bucks. But there had been no nice bucks to be seen.
That all changed Thursday morning. I saw this buck coming down a pasture hillside just across the road from my setup. He disappeared in a clump of cedar trees for a few moments, then walked out of them and up to the barbed wire fence on the other side of the road. After pausing to look around, he jumped the fence and crossed the road. When he got to the fence on my side of the road, he again stopped and took a look around. He finally jumped the fence and started walking directly toward me. He got to a trail that is used by nearly all the deer that come through and took a hard left turn down the trail. Another 10 yards and he came to a nice opening between some small trees. I bleated at him, he stopped perfectly broadside to me at about 20 yards, and my arrow smacked him a tad high (in the spine). He dropped on the spot.
He is not a monster deer, but a nice, typical Kansas buck. I was quite pleased with him.
That all changed Thursday morning. I saw this buck coming down a pasture hillside just across the road from my setup. He disappeared in a clump of cedar trees for a few moments, then walked out of them and up to the barbed wire fence on the other side of the road. After pausing to look around, he jumped the fence and crossed the road. When he got to the fence on my side of the road, he again stopped and took a look around. He finally jumped the fence and started walking directly toward me. He got to a trail that is used by nearly all the deer that come through and took a hard left turn down the trail. Another 10 yards and he came to a nice opening between some small trees. I bleated at him, he stopped perfectly broadside to me at about 20 yards, and my arrow smacked him a tad high (in the spine). He dropped on the spot.
He is not a monster deer, but a nice, typical Kansas buck. I was quite pleased with him.