On January 3rd, a friend and I made the trip to one of our favorite WMA's to hunt the rut which was in heating up by the day. Once we had the camp set up, we made plans to make our first hunt the next morning on opening day of the primitive weapons season. We decided to do a morning hunt an area that we had been to before and knew was productive, then scout mid day for fresh sign if we didn't see anything. The morning hunt was a bust and to make things worse, there was heavy hunting pressure in the whole area. We quickly decided that we needed to be in a different location for the afternoon hunt, so we set out right away to do some scouting. The first two areas we scouted turned up nothing promising, but the third spot was looking pretty good, so we decided to split up and find our own specific spots to hunt that afternoon. As I was walking quietly along I noticed a doe browsing on some briars a ways in front of me. She didn't know I was there, but not wanting to risk pushing her and realizing that the deer were already moving, I climbed the first available tree as stealthily as I could. Luckily, the spot I was in had multiple deer trails intersecting with fresh dropping nearby and a very fresh scrape that I had passed about 50 yards before. So, even though I had seemed forced to choose that spot on the fly, I was feeling pretty confident in it. The afternoon hunt went pretty well. I heard deer plowing through the many puddles of water in the area, but due to the thick under story, I couldn't get a good visual on any of them. The deer were definitely in this area though and I was pretty confident that what I was hearing was a buck chasing does through that water. I was fired up for the next mornings hunt.
The next morning my friend and I got back in position with high hopes. We sat there in the early morning darkness both listening to the woods come alive with deer movement. He texted me that there were deer walking all around him. I was hearing them around too so we both knew it was about to be on and we'd made a good decision on this area. I was envisioning us wrapping this hunt up as soon as we had legal light, hitting the skinning rack and having a much better lunch than this ham sandwich in my pack. Unfortunately though, as daylight arrived, it seemed as though all of those deer had just dissolved into thin air. All of the deer movement went silent and except for a few hogs bumbling around, the hunt was starting to look like another bust. At least the hogs were giving us something to look at. The morning hours started slipping by 6, 7, 8, 8:30 and neither me or my friend had laid eyes on a deer. I'm starting to make plans in my head to scout again and get into better position for the afternoon hunt with nothing but a smashed up ham sandwich in my stomach. That thought was suddenly interrupted by movement out in front of me. BROWN...a DOE. Heading strait for me. I'm watching her and slowly getting into position for a shot with my .35 Whelen, intensely aware of the fact that there could be a buck following her, even though I couldn't see or hear one. She was displaying body language that made me believe that she was being followed though. Tail out, skiddish, stopping to look back. Things like that. She got within 20 yards of my tree and was passing right under me before I seen the buck. It was like he was a silent ghost that just appeared from out of nowhere. Tall, wide, mature. Adrenaline flooded my body as he cautiously approached, following the doe's exact footsteps. He wasn't throwing caution to the wind like most bucks do, he was calculating every move and she was patiently waiting for him to catch up. Leading and teasing him into her bedding area. I eased my gun up slowly as his head passed behind a tree. Adrenaline was starting to get the best of me so I started some breathing techniques. 3 seconds in, 3 seconds out with my crosshairs fixed on him, just waiting for a broadside shot. It was almost like he knew. Every step seemed to put his body in a worse position for a shot than before. I'm telling myself to have patience, dont mess this up, but he's getting closer and closer and never offering a decent shot. He's 30 yards now and working his way around a big oak tree. Maybe this is it I think, but he comes around and faces strait to me again, then LOOKS DEAD UP AT ME!!! BUSTED. I see his whole body jerk with surprise and he took off running to my left and I start to panic as I'm still following with my scope, just praying he'd pause to look for the doe. The best I got was a momentary slow down to a trot and I had a small window to shoot through so I took it. BOOM!! That split second image I seen between pulling the trigger and the recoil burned into my brain. I knew my shot was true right then as I watched him run off into the woods and crash into a briar patch. He was down. There arent any words in the dictionary that describe the feelings that come over me when I put down a mature buck on public land, and to be able to share it with good friends makes it even more rewarding.
Back from the meat locker. First 2 days were pretty slow. They had a lot more people up there for bucks only and the beginning of muzzle loader than usual and the deer were pressured pretty hard. Day 3, we found them and I had the best hunt of my life. I don't think I can ever top that one. Went something like, I got to my stand a little late because the alarm didn't go off and it was just cracking daylight. It was so cold, I don't even know how to describe it. I'm talking snot sickle cold. I'm talking little debbie aint cut out for this crap cold. She froze solid. I'm talkin break out camo you aint put on since ya jabose jeans were in style just to have enough layers cold. I think I saw a deer ice skating. Anyway. I got settled in and about 20 minutes into the hunt I hear frozen ground crunching and its coming my way. Seemed like it took forever for it to get there because you could hear it coming from so far away. Finally, I see it or them. 3 hogs working their way to me. Now I'm packin a single shot 45/70, and I know that I'm gonna have to shoot quick, so I grab two shells and put them in my mouth. The first hog is headed strait to me and stops 15 yards away. Pop, right on top the head, drop. The other 2 just freeze. Reload. Pop, #2 down with one to the ear. #3 takes off about 30 yards and stops with it's head behind a tree, reloading, and I can see the shoulder, pop, squealing and runs off another 30, then does the death flop. Yeah, fist pump. Reload and now I have a total of 3 shells left. I got a whole box, but they back at the camper. I'm thinking what are the chances of shooting again after that. I should be good. After everything calms down I could hear a good bit of movement in the woods around me, so I know we are going to have a good day. Few minutes later a distant boom then boom and shortly after my radio comes to life. "hey this is Kurt, I got a doe and missed a small buck". I'm thinkin it's on today. A while later movement catches my eye 100 yards out in some thick brush. It's a deer, a doe and then an 11 point behind it. You know 11, one on each side. Alright it was a spike- Korny. I watch them move through with no possible shot and just when I think they are going to move away the doe turns my way and starts working strait to me. She comes in slowly, picking up acorns here and there, but never offering a shot through all that thick brush, and when she gets about 30 yards away she sees the 2 hogs by my stand. That really caught here attention and she started to turn around and looking back to where she came from, through all that thickness. I knew it was now or never, so as she was turning I'm following with my scope. I had a quartering away shot for a split second, so I took it. She runs off with the spike right behind, but she only made about 30 yards before doing the death flop too. I couldn't see her go down though, so I'm not 100% sure. The spike stops in the thicket 120 yards away, just standing there. I'm looking through the scope and have a clear shot on the shoulder, so I shoot. It runs off not looking hit at all. I just know I missed, so I gave it a few minutes and arranged to go get some more bullets from my buddy Chock who was 300 yards to my north. I'm down to one shot left. Climbed down and walked over to where I saw the doe last. No blood trailing necessary. I could see that big white belly before I even got there. Checked on the spike just to be sure. No blood or hair. Clean miss. O well. Drug all my animals in a pile below my stand and went get some more bullets for round 3, I gutted the doe due to busting the stomach on that quartering shot, then got back in the tree. After all that it's about 10:45am and I'm getting hungry, so I break out my MRE and heat it up. After eating that, for some reason I decided to drop the empty package on the ground. I think it was because it still had some sauce in it and I didn't want it in my pack. Figured Id just pick it up after the hunt. Anyway it hit the ground with a big ol smack that echoed through the woods. Crap!!!, so I grab my grunt call and hit it a few times to mask it. Not a minute later, I look up and here comes what looks like an 8pt strait to me. You got to be freakin kidding me. This just doesn't happen!!! This dude comes within 50 yards facing strait at me then locks up when he sees this huge stack of dead animals under my stand. Man he starts bobbing that head and trying to figure out what the heck. Then it's like he said forget that, I'm out, and I could see it in his body language. He was fixin to bolt. So same as the doe, I'm following with my scope as he is turning to haul and put one right through his shoulders. He does that kick that they do when something pokes em in the heart and runs a big half circle around me and dies only 30 yards away, next to the slough in a big thicket. no brow tines 6pt. Im tagged out for the day, but Im staying just in case some more hogs come out. Later that day, I grunted up a huge bodied buck, but I never never saw his horns. I got a glimps of him about 200 yards away as he was circling through the slough. I could hear him the whole time, breaking ice. He came up out of the slough in that thicket that my buck was down in. I guess that he saw that dead buck and got the heck out, because I heard him start going the wrong way and I never saw him again. It would have been cool to get some pictures though. There is a lot more to tell, but I am sick of typing for now. In short, another buddy shot a doe that afternoon, so we had 4 deer and 3 hogs to pull out that day. 5 hunters got 9 deer total for the trip and 6 Hogs. I got a hog the next day. Stalked that bad boy and almost got another one. I got that on video and I'll post that up later.
Seriously though, its my first time doing this. How long am I supposed to boil this thing for. It's been in there for about 45 minutes so far.
Took these on Red River management area Sunday. I dont duck hunt anymore, but it still got me pumped up. You ever been in the deer stand and you hear those big flocks of black birds coming and it sounds like a strong wind or waves crashing they have so many. It was like that, except it was mallards. I haven't seen birds like that in probably 10 years.
Killed with 45/70 on WMA. Actually saw one bigger the day before, but couldn't get a shot due to my scope being fogged up with rain. This one was 200 lbs with the guts out. I guess he would have been 250 or more live weight. Shot a doe about 20 minutes later. The next day I got a big sow which was 200 live weight. Total for the group I was with was 7 deer, 2 8pts, one button buck, and 4 doe's. 3 Hogs, my 2 and someone else got a 170 lb sow. Also, 3 deer and 2 hogs were missed. Not a bad trip at all considering the first 2 days were rained out. Can't wait to do it again.
What will this monster score??????????? The rut can't come soon enough for this guy!!!
Check out this boar!!! The big sow in the 2nd picture is already in my freezer. She went 180 lbs. I bet this boar is 250, easy. He is proving to be a challenge. I got to say though, that Hog Wild attractant is FIYAAHH!!! They go nutz on that stuff.
Put me a good dent in the hog population today. 14 total out of the gene pool. Big sal weighed in at 180lbs, the other 4 80lbs. Didn't bother weighing the babies. 4 hrs of cleaning and quartering was enough for sure. None of them had a bad smell, so I'm sure they gona be some fine eating. Just need some deer meat to mix with it now.
is six, three antlered deer and three antlerless deer (all segments included) by all methods of take,
EXCEPT antlerless harvest on property enrolled in DMAP and LADT does not count in the season or daily
bag limit for hunters, and EXCEPT antlerless harvest on state WMAs during the daily permit deer hunts,
when validated by LDWF personnel, does not count in the season bag limit for hunters.
My question is, if you are hunting a WMA on doe day and shoot a doe, according to this it doesn't count towards your bag limt. Do you tag it? If you tear the tag off, it's no good to use later, so are they going to hand out special doe tags to all the hunters before doe day or somtheing?
Ok, here's the thing. Someone turned out a bunch of hogs in my area sometime early this year, and they have pretty well established themselves already. We have never had hogs in this area, at least I have never seen one, so it has to be that someone planted them. On almost every hunt that I have made this year so far, I have seen them. In the past 2 weeks I have seen over 20 different hogs in the same area. In a way, I enjoy hunting them and putting the meat in the freezer, but I don't want them to run the deer out either. I want to start trapping them to keep them in check, but I don't have any experience with this. So, to all you hog trappers, my question is, which type of trap do you find most effective? Guillotine door or spring loaded doors? Are there any tips or tricks that will help me get them to go in the trap, or do you just put it near a trail with some corn as bait? Really, any info would help. Thanks.
Check out the mass on this dude.
No idea who it is, just got it in an email.....enjoy!!
Anyone here shooting the Browning Illusion. If so, how's that working out for ya. Thinking about getting one.
If you have experiences with other bows to compair it to, that would help also.
If you have not stumbled across this site already, it's a must bookmark for any hunter.
Lots of realy good info. and some gnarly little games to boot.
Well, it's my second year of bow hunting and I finally got close enough to take a shot.
About 0800 this guy walked right under my stand and it was take it or leave it straight down shot with the deer standing about 5 ft from my tree.
The arrow went in about 3 inches to the left of the spine and came out the sternum, but not a clean pass through. I could see the arrow buried in his back down to the fletching as he ran off into the marsh.
I knew he was hit hard and didn't think he was going far, cause I could see a good blood trail from my tree, but I decided to give him as much time as I could stand anyway. I called a good hunting buddy, who has to be offshore right now, to help the time pass and share the moment. He is the one who turned me on to bow hunting last year, so he was just as pumped as I was when I told him what had just happened.
Anyway, long story short. Started tracking and it was good blood at first, found the fletching end of my arrow which had broken off, sprinkles of blood, good blood, sprinkles for about 200-250 yards into the prarie marsh, then dead deer. HELL YEAH!!! Words cant describe, you gotta put a bow in your hand and experience it for yourself. I't just sucks that I was alone. Kevin, I wish you would have been there bro.
I don't know how he got that far out into the marsh with an arrow through one lung and tip of heart, but I guess he wanted me to work for him. I only sunk up to my balls once draging him back. Hehe. Never did find the broadhead end of my arrow, but when I opened him up I found a 10" piece of arrow shaft in his chest cavity which was pretty gnarly.
My two boys Trent and Tyler (twins). Gettin the job done on two tender little hogs.
They just turned 7 years old yesterday.
These are their second hogs each with their NEF .223 handi rifle.
I'll never hunt alone again. haha. I'm loving it.
The rest of the pictures from my Trout Slam post
Took the Wife out fishing in a couple of my favorite fishin holes down in Point aux chene. Man, the specks were on fire. The pics are from two seperate trips. The first trip, she didn't realy know too much about fishing for specks and was having trouble getting a hook up, so she mostly fished shrimp on the bottom, catching several nice jail birds. I finally did convince her to try the specks again and she got the hang of it this time. By the next trip, she was tightlining and popping corks like a pro, she's hooked. We never did quite get that full limit in the boat due to the dozens of 10-11" throw backs, but those were plenty enough when it came time to break out the filet knife. DOA's under a cork or tightlined got the most action, with the purple and charchruge minnow running a close second.
Man, one thing I'm starting to notice more and more is the RUDE behavior of most boaters out there nowadays. I tell you, we had people blowing by us full throttle, not 30 ft away and God forbid they see you hooked up with a speck, cause they would whip it around and fish so close to you that they might as well tie off to your bow.
Man, some of these cats have no clue how to pull up to a school of specks or birds diving, and they wonder why their ice chest are still empty at the end of the day. I don't know how many times I heard at the dock " I guess they weren't giving today". Yeah right, I recognize you. Hey, you might try actually using that troll moter next time.
Anyway, thats just not the way my old man taught me to treat other people while fishing.
Besides all that, great day on the water. Tight Lines.
Who has tricks up their sleeve to put the pain on those filthy coyotes?
Does anybody have experience using summer food plots? What are you planting? Have you noticed an increase in deer numbers come fall, yearlings in particular?
What I'm hoping to do is increase the amount of deer that call my property home by causing new born fawns to imprent on those plots as a source of food and hopefully continue using them as they grow. Not sure if that will work since we have only used winter plots in the past, but, I'm willing to give it a shot.
Thinking about buying a boat, something around 16'. Anybody have any good/bad experiences with these boats. Comments - oppinions, anything would help.