The Droughtbuster Doe
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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Halifax Co., Va USA
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The Droughtbuster Doe
Well, I guess I’ve been a member around here for a tad over a year, maybe a little longer. I’ve seen many of you post some very nice photographs of deer you were fortunate enough to harvest. Now, finally, I can join your ranks<img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>. Here is the result of this evening’s hunt:I never realized how terrible my mom's camera was at taking lowlight pictures until this. Maybe I can add a good digital Camera to the Christmas wish list.LOL
Even though its “only” a slickhead, I couldn’t be prouder if it was a B&C book buck (well…. maybe I could if I tried really hard). I know some of you always want the story, so here goes my best attempt. I made it to my stand, under a cedar tree, about 3:15 PM. The stand allows me to cover about 200 yards, roughly 100 yards north or south, of an old logging road running parallel to a thick bottom, bordered by a creek. The wind was perfect, a rare occurrence for me. Before I took a seat, I laid down three scent trail with Tink’s #69 Doe-In-Rut lure, hoping that I might coax a buck into coming up and introducing himself to me and my Black Diamond. I waited until the squirrels and birds started moving, sometime around 4 PM, before I decided to try using my Tru-Talker or “Can”. After calling off and on for thirty minutes, I decided to sit and see what was out moving around. At 4:35 PM, three doe crossed the road, approximately 70-75 yards north of my stand. They were moving pretty quick and certainly didn’t waste any time crossing into the pine thicket across on my side of the road. I assumed a buck must be behind them, from the way they acted, so I just sit tight. After an eternity (ok…15 mins….geeez), this little deer stepped out onto the edge of the road about 50 yards north of me and dropped it's nose right down where I had poured a little of the Tink’s #69. At the time, I thought it might have been a spike, or a little forkhorn. I didn't really look for horns, seeing as how does are legal now. Raising its head and turning broadside, I decided that there was no time like the present to score that FIRST deer with my muzzleloader. I flipped off the safety, found her shoulder in the crosshairs, and sent a 245 grain Powerbelt Bullet flying towards her. After the smoke cleared, I could see she was down and kicking just a little. I knew she was down pretty good, so I took my time reloading... just in case. Good thing I had plenty of time to reload, I was so excited and shaking that I couldn’t even get the pellets into the barrel for a minute or so. It still amazes me how a 110-pound doe can turn a 295-pound grown man into a quivering pile of Jell-O. I eased down to where she fell and found her 5 yards of the side of the road. The bullet didn’t give me a pass through, but it definitely did its job. After giving a quick prayer of thanks to the Great Spirit, I called my hunting buddy on the radio. All I could say was… “The drought’s over. It’s over.”
Just in case anyone is wondering, that little loop on the doe's side and belly, below my right knee, is the infamous Cardeer necklace. Thanks Cardeer. Whether it has "magical powers" or not, I am honored to be among the many that carry it into the field.
Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.
Marcus Fabius Quintilianus (35 AD - 100 AD)
Edited by - Silens_Venator on 11/16/2002 04:37:11
Even though its “only” a slickhead, I couldn’t be prouder if it was a B&C book buck (well…. maybe I could if I tried really hard). I know some of you always want the story, so here goes my best attempt. I made it to my stand, under a cedar tree, about 3:15 PM. The stand allows me to cover about 200 yards, roughly 100 yards north or south, of an old logging road running parallel to a thick bottom, bordered by a creek. The wind was perfect, a rare occurrence for me. Before I took a seat, I laid down three scent trail with Tink’s #69 Doe-In-Rut lure, hoping that I might coax a buck into coming up and introducing himself to me and my Black Diamond. I waited until the squirrels and birds started moving, sometime around 4 PM, before I decided to try using my Tru-Talker or “Can”. After calling off and on for thirty minutes, I decided to sit and see what was out moving around. At 4:35 PM, three doe crossed the road, approximately 70-75 yards north of my stand. They were moving pretty quick and certainly didn’t waste any time crossing into the pine thicket across on my side of the road. I assumed a buck must be behind them, from the way they acted, so I just sit tight. After an eternity (ok…15 mins….geeez), this little deer stepped out onto the edge of the road about 50 yards north of me and dropped it's nose right down where I had poured a little of the Tink’s #69. At the time, I thought it might have been a spike, or a little forkhorn. I didn't really look for horns, seeing as how does are legal now. Raising its head and turning broadside, I decided that there was no time like the present to score that FIRST deer with my muzzleloader. I flipped off the safety, found her shoulder in the crosshairs, and sent a 245 grain Powerbelt Bullet flying towards her. After the smoke cleared, I could see she was down and kicking just a little. I knew she was down pretty good, so I took my time reloading... just in case. Good thing I had plenty of time to reload, I was so excited and shaking that I couldn’t even get the pellets into the barrel for a minute or so. It still amazes me how a 110-pound doe can turn a 295-pound grown man into a quivering pile of Jell-O. I eased down to where she fell and found her 5 yards of the side of the road. The bullet didn’t give me a pass through, but it definitely did its job. After giving a quick prayer of thanks to the Great Spirit, I called my hunting buddy on the radio. All I could say was… “The drought’s over. It’s over.”
Just in case anyone is wondering, that little loop on the doe's side and belly, below my right knee, is the infamous Cardeer necklace. Thanks Cardeer. Whether it has "magical powers" or not, I am honored to be among the many that carry it into the field.
Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.
Marcus Fabius Quintilianus (35 AD - 100 AD)
Edited by - Silens_Venator on 11/16/2002 04:37:11
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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: Halifax Co., Va USA
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RE: The Droughtbuster Doe
hmmm.... I know she's small.... but why is the picture so little?
If you want a better look, try looking here:http://groups.msn.com/TheVirginiaGam...hoto&PhotoID=6
<font color=red>You can ignore the link if you want, I finally figured out how to make the picture big enough to see in the first post. Only thing in there are a few fishing pictures of my dad's at the moment. Of course, feel free to look if you want.</font id=red>
Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.
Marcus Fabius Quintilianus (35 AD - 100 AD
Edited by - Silens_Venator on 11/16/2002 04:42:00
If you want a better look, try looking here:http://groups.msn.com/TheVirginiaGam...hoto&PhotoID=6
<font color=red>You can ignore the link if you want, I finally figured out how to make the picture big enough to see in the first post. Only thing in there are a few fishing pictures of my dad's at the moment. Of course, feel free to look if you want.</font id=red>
Those who wish to appear wise among fools, among the wise seem foolish.
Marcus Fabius Quintilianus (35 AD - 100 AD
Edited by - Silens_Venator on 11/16/2002 04:42:00
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RE: The Droughtbuster Doe
Thanks for shareing your hunting story and the pic. She should be some good eating!
Happy hunting.
She is a little small<img src=icon_smile_wink.gif border=0 align=middle>
KEEP HUNTING THE GREAT OUTDOORS & GOD ALIVE, PASS IT ON!
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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: port st lucie florida USA
Posts: 25
RE: The Droughtbuster Doe
congrats, all animals are trophy's. its not the size or the rack. you have joined the elite,and you are now tied to that deer for the rest of your life. enjoy and remember her when ever you are in the woods.
don't fear the night
fear what hunt's at night
the snakeman
don't fear the night
fear what hunt's at night
the snakeman