Last week I got my fill of the outdoors. I arrowed a pretty nice buck on Tuesday. Friday and Saturday I hunted New York State and passed up a pretty nice 9 point and several dinks. The deer got a pass because I was looking for a bear!
I was hunting an area with big fresh tracks and scat piles. Better still, it was 700 yards uphill from my truck. On Saturday, just after first light, it was show time for TEle..... A big male - est. 400 lb.+ - was coming through the laurels in front of me and squared in at 18 yards, broadside like a battleship. I was locked on him just waiting for him to move two feet and clear the laurels when he caught my wind. In Jersey they don't care. This guy was different, he folded up and launched ahead on a dead down hill sprint. I watched him run down the hill at an incredible speed. Anyone who says big bears can't run down hill is wrong.
By sunday I was beat. I had my fill. I worked in my yard and just after midday I drove by my friends house to see if he was home. He lives in the burbs like I do. No woods for a couple of miles around. As I rolled up on his house I noticed this at the house next door.
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Hmmmm....a mount outside for cleaning? Notice the palmation and the triple kicker on the left main beam. I jumped out of the truck and I could hear bucky grunting over and over. I could also hear another one grunting behind the house. I knew little miss ovaries had to be around somewhere. I grunted at the buck as I sneeked in for a better picture and he popped out of the bushes to face me.
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Notice the old injury on the rear right leg with the non-typical growth on the left antler. That is quite a kicker eh. I challenged him with a long grunt figuring that anything that I did in self defense was justifiable. No such luck. He was a tough guy with the other deer but he wanted no part of me. He spun and jumped over my buddy's mustang, then backover and onto a wall, to figure out his next move.
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At this point I was having too much fun. I knew that my pal, police man Dan, would soil his blues if he knew what was going on at his house. Then, the buck jumped off the wall - onto his car - and into his back yard by the built in pool. [hihi]
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What now....I need a picture of him on Dan's pool deck! When I went back there bucky had gone around the house and was hiding over by the grill. Smart boy. He has visions of greatness and destiny. He turned to bolt as I rounded the corner and took a picture and, as he leaped over the rail, he landed on top of the fence and took a whole length down!!
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The buck was uninjured and ran up the block to join the two other bucks in breeding the doe. I called Dan and his friends and they watched the four deer for a couple of hours! Apparently the deer had been there all day just chasing the sweetie around the neighborhood.
You gotta love it.
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I was hunting an area with big fresh tracks and scat piles. Better still, it was 700 yards uphill from my truck. On Saturday, just after first light, it was show time for TEle..... A big male - est. 400 lb.+ - was coming through the laurels in front of me and squared in at 18 yards, broadside like a battleship. I was locked on him just waiting for him to move two feet and clear the laurels when he caught my wind. In Jersey they don't care. This guy was different, he folded up and launched ahead on a dead down hill sprint. I watched him run down the hill at an incredible speed. Anyone who says big bears can't run down hill is wrong.
By sunday I was beat. I had my fill. I worked in my yard and just after midday I drove by my friends house to see if he was home. He lives in the burbs like I do. No woods for a couple of miles around. As I rolled up on his house I noticed this at the house next door.
Hmmmm....a mount outside for cleaning? Notice the palmation and the triple kicker on the left main beam. I jumped out of the truck and I could hear bucky grunting over and over. I could also hear another one grunting behind the house. I knew little miss ovaries had to be around somewhere. I grunted at the buck as I sneeked in for a better picture and he popped out of the bushes to face me.
Notice the old injury on the rear right leg with the non-typical growth on the left antler. That is quite a kicker eh. I challenged him with a long grunt figuring that anything that I did in self defense was justifiable. No such luck. He was a tough guy with the other deer but he wanted no part of me. He spun and jumped over my buddy's mustang, then backover and onto a wall, to figure out his next move.
At this point I was having too much fun. I knew that my pal, police man Dan, would soil his blues if he knew what was going on at his house. Then, the buck jumped off the wall - onto his car - and into his back yard by the built in pool. [hihi]
What now....I need a picture of him on Dan's pool deck! When I went back there bucky had gone around the house and was hiding over by the grill. Smart boy. He has visions of greatness and destiny. He turned to bolt as I rounded the corner and took a picture and, as he leaped over the rail, he landed on top of the fence and took a whole length down!!
The buck was uninjured and ran up the block to join the two other bucks in breeding the doe. I called Dan and his friends and they watched the four deer for a couple of hours! Apparently the deer had been there all day just chasing the sweetie around the neighborhood.
You gotta love it.
