Congratulations to all tag fillers!
Very impressive game, sir.
Indeed. Impossible to stop chasing it after that.
Still not seeing much movement and we heard very few shots this weekend, though dad did manage to pull another doe out last night. I'm still after a meat doe before the rut kicks in; this is the first time in several years I've gone into blackpowder without a bowkill in the freezer already. I hunt mainly oak ridges that normally produce a lot of acorns, but this year the acorns that are falling are tiny and spoiled/dusty when you cut them open. That and the lack of water are queering my game. The only real opportunity I had this weekend was last night as the storms were rolling in. Lighting had me gathering up to leave my stand, and I turn around to see a doe and a fawn staring right at me. Blew that one.
This coyote took the brunt of my frustration in the form of a 250 grain slug to the shoulders as he trotted by this morning at about 35 yards. Wrong day, dude. (turrible phone pic)
Felt really good to be able to knock this guy down last night as all the smoke pole hunters were gearing up to get after them this morning(public land).
I shot him from the ground (in the ground really, I dug a hole to make my blind) at 30 yards. He folded up in sight after going about 120 yards.
Very impressive game, sir.
Finally got my first archery deer! Nice doe taken at 15 yards.
I've shot deer with a rifle all my life....theirs just something about archery that's a whole different rush.
Indeed. Impossible to stop chasing it after that.
Still not seeing much movement and we heard very few shots this weekend, though dad did manage to pull another doe out last night. I'm still after a meat doe before the rut kicks in; this is the first time in several years I've gone into blackpowder without a bowkill in the freezer already. I hunt mainly oak ridges that normally produce a lot of acorns, but this year the acorns that are falling are tiny and spoiled/dusty when you cut them open. That and the lack of water are queering my game. The only real opportunity I had this weekend was last night as the storms were rolling in. Lighting had me gathering up to leave my stand, and I turn around to see a doe and a fawn staring right at me. Blew that one.
This coyote took the brunt of my frustration in the form of a 250 grain slug to the shoulders as he trotted by this morning at about 35 yards. Wrong day, dude. (turrible phone pic)