The past few days have been very hot for mid-October. Highs in the middle eighties have made hunting tough to bear. It’s always a tough decision to not hunt but this early in the year it’s better to let the heat pass and not make mistakes while hunting a spot. Today the weather began to cooperate and the temperature this even was around fifty five degrees with a southwest wind at ten to fifteen miles an hour. The skies were mostly sunny and the cooler temperatures made for a nice evening to hunt.
The getting ready for the hunt process has become a ritual habit. I drive a little over an hour to get to the farm house and from there I go through the cycle. The first thing I do is at a shower which is located in the hunting garage where everything is kept as scent protected as possible. I use no-scent shampoo and no-scent soup and dry off with a towel that has been washed in no-scent laundry detergent. I then brush my teeth with no-scent toothpaste in an attempt to neutralize all the odors that come out of breathing. I then put on a set of clothes that are washed with no-scent and another hunter and I then drive out to the hunting ground.
Once we’re at the hunting ground, we both put on a layer of camouflage and boots. We then use no-scent spray on our boots and all of our clothing. We also spray off our packs and especially the gloves we wear into the woods. We also tend to spray off our boots one extra time just to be safe and then walk towards the stands.
Since it’s still early in the season and not much activity takes place until late in the evening, we went out to the stand at around four o’clock. Legal hunting time ended the day at 6:49 so we had plenty of time to get ready. The tree we decided on with the southwest wind was one that had never been hunted in since the property was bought over fifteen years ago. Whenever we get the chance to hunt a tree that never been hunted before we get really excited. We like the idea that no deer has ever been disturbed by hunters in that area. The tree is a tall red oak located near the southwest corner of the property near the stream. The tree stands were set up just above the twenty-four foot climbing sticks so we would sit at around twenty five and twenty eight feet in the air.
As we walked to the tree stand, I could see a doe standing inside the timber just a few yards in. She promptly ran the direction we were headed but at a much quicker pace. More than likely she was headed for the stream to cross into the far end of the property. We didn’t like to see her running the direction that we were expecting the deer to come from tonight but it really isn’t that big of a problem.
She was running but she didn’t blow at us, which is a good thing. Even though she was running, deer don’t pay much attention to that. Deer may see another deer running and be more on the alert but deer run all the time for whatever reason. The other deer may look around and try to seek out danger but once they feel nothing is wrong, they’ll more than likely just go on doing whatever they feel like doing.
Even when a deer blows at you when you are walking into the woods, it’s not the end of your hunt. It may seem like a terrible thing to have happen, and it definitely isn’t a good thing, but not every deer in the woods is going to run off because of it. If another deer hears another deer blowing, the other deer still has no idea what deer is blowing at. It could be a coyote or another animal that startles it. I’ve heard deer blow before for no apparent reason. I always immediately jump to the possibility that they smelled me out but if they are a few hundred yards upwind, they didn’t smell me. It must be another factor that is out of any hunter’s control. Even if all the deer around the hunting area left, there is always the possibility of deer coming from other areas that could pass by the stand.
We were a little discouraged by the event of the doe but we realized its insignificance and didn’t think anything else about it. After a little further walk, we arrived at the entrance into the woods which would take us to the stand. It was a short walk through the woods on a path that took us along the creek and then about twenty yards back into the tree. We took turns climbing up the sticks and winching our bows into the tree. After securing our safety ropes and bows, we sat and waited.
At about five thirty, the other hunter I was with told me he could see a deer crossing the creek about a hundred yards up the creek. He said it was moving slow and could be a buck. I was unable to see the deer from my vantage point but through a pair of binoculars, the other hunter told me that it could be the buck I had been after for the past two years. This buck he referred to is now a six point buck which has been estimated to be at least eight and a half year old buck. He has been showing up on trail cameras for the past several years and there is no mistaking him. His antlers have always had a backwards curl on the main beams and the other main g-points. I never got a glimpse at him and not long after he moved out of sight.
At around six forty, the sun was starting to fade fast behind the increasing cloud cover and we knew our time was just about up. Just as we thought it was over, the other hunter said he spotted a deer on the trail we walked in on. After another minute or two, I could see the deer. It was a buck, and not just any buck, it was the six-pointer. He looked like he was the size of a small cow with a meaty neck. He had a monster of a body for a deer from what I could see from the stand. The light was getting low and I knew if I was going to get a show it was now or never.
The buck moved slowly down the trail with his nose to the ground. It seemed that he could smell our foot trail and was investigating what the smell was. The smell of our boots must have just been there enough to draw his attention. It became clear that I wasn’t going to get a shot at the deer before legal hunting time so we both just stood and watched as the deer moved slowly down the trail. He walked along the creek following our trail all the way to the tree. He stood about five to seven yards away from the tree, so close that I had to look straight down to see him. You could still make out the unique character of his antler in the faded light and the massive size of his body.
After about ten minutes of him standing under the tree in the near dark, it was looking like he wasn’t going to be leaving us any time soon. We don’t like to make it a practice of letting deer see us climb out of a tree so my hunting partner had an idea. As I stood watching the deer, out of the corner of my eye I saw something falling from the tree and landing on the rear of the deer. The deer jumped and ran about thirty yards away to the north. I immediately started to laugh at what had just happened and I had to try with all my might to hold it in and cover my mouth. The buck became very agitated by the surprise which he wasn’t expecting. I could hear him thrashing a tree with his antlers and a limb breaking off. He must have thought it was another buck that did it too him. He then trotted off and we were able to climb down.
As far as hunts go, we were both happy we how it turned out. We were able to hunt a tree that had never been hunted before and we went undetected in the tree. The obvious problem with the boot smell was a topic for discussion for the ride back to the house but a solution can be found. When you can have hunt where you see a big buck like this one so close, that hunt is a success without a doubt.