Posts Tagged ‘Buck’

The hunting has been slooooow, the guide is the only one who has seen a shooter, but the buck was not close enough to put a stalk on. Plus Flores and I could never find him in our binoculars. We have had some success with the camera though. On day one we filmed two young bucks sparing and later that night a coyote almost sat in our laps (video to come).

There’s snow foretasted for tomorrow night so hopefully the big bucks will get up and feed before the temp drops.

I have to say our guide seems to be able to spot deer us first timers would ever find out here, I’m glad I went with a outfitter!

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After setting my Moultrie trail cam up and driving 4 hours home I began to worry would it work, will there be pictures, and if so would there be any wildlife to speak of? Two long weeks I waited for the answers to my questions. You can imagine the relief when I plugged the D-65 into my laptop,  I could see thumbnails of something. I wasn’t sure what the quantity or quality of the animals were, but I knew in fact the camera did work and I had more than just pictures of  bushes blowing in the breeze.

Much to my amazement this was the first picture I saw. I was in the turkeys for sure!

This was my first confirmation that deer were finding my feeder.

Early bird gets the worm??

First buck, albeit a button buck. More to come on him in 4 to 5 years.

First look at a strutter and possible squabble breaking out to the right.

A better picture of this particular tom in strut.

I just thought this one look cool.

Strutting in the evening.

This is the only corn thief in 500+ photos. Raccoon or Ring-tail Cat? Leave your answer in the comment section.

First and only mature buck so far, possible big bases. Button buck makes another appearance.

Double beard???

Another cool one of a strutter in the fog.

After seeing these photos I felt as good as I would after a successful hunt. I think it’s safe to say I’m a believer in trail cams now, and I am completely happy with the performance of my Moultrie in its first two weeks.  My son and I are heading back out this weekend to give  Mike first crack at turkey hunting, lets see what my D-65 has waiting for me. I can’t wait!!!!!!

It was mid-November 2007, and I was sitting at my desk checking out my new camcorder and watching the deer eat the corn I had thrown out earlier that morning.  As usual, the does and yearlings started in on the corn, followed by a small eight point. After about 15 minutes, this old nine-point came strolling up like he owned the joint–pushing the yearlings further away from the food.  He was a nice Hill Country deer (probably 5 ½ years old) with nice heavy chocolate antlers.

I watched the “nine” checking to see if any of the does were coming into heat for twenty minutes or so. Just as I started to go back to what I was working on, I noticed this big 3 ½-to-4 ½ year old eight-point come busting in.  I figured something was about to go down, so I immediately turned on the camera… I just didn’t expect a full fledged brawl.

Sorry about the shaky video.  Buck-fever quickly set in and, unfortunately, I didn’t have a tripod.

What you can’t see in the video is that the “nine” was slammed into our metal wellhouse by the “eight” and, after that, old nine point high-tailed it out of there.  Funny thing was that the young eight was never seen again (…I guess the neighbor got him), and that old nine hung around for at least two more years before disappearing.

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My son had reached an age where I felt he was ready to be introduced to the world of hunting–and I went about it by drawing from my own experiences. Once he learned the fundamentals of basic gun safety with air guns and my 22LR, I chose to start him off with a shotgun. Last May, I headed down to a local sporting goods store by my office to browse their selection. I had enough in my budget for a youth Mossberg or (if I stretched a bit) perhaps the Remington 870 youth. After getting hands-on with the two guns, I felt the extra money for the 870 was a better buy, so I asked the clerk to wrap it up.

My son, Michael, turned ten last May; so my wife and I gave him the gun for his birthday. He was thrilled to finally own his very own gun! A family-friend of ours owns a large ranch not too far away from our house, so we spent many Saturdays shooting clay pigeons while continuing to work on proper gun safety and handling. I have to brag on the kid here: he has been a fast learner. I’m so proud of him and, considering his young age, how seriously he’s taking gun safety.

In August, we got him his first hunting and fishing license. He was bouncing off the walls of my truck all the way to the store–though I managed to calm him down enough to actually get him into the store. When we walked up to the counter and, before the clerk could ask if he could help us, Michael blurted out, “I’m here for my first hunting license!” It was a proud moment; I knew that, from here on, he would give serious hunting an earnest chance. Every morning after that he would wake up and let me know just haw many more days remained until dove season opened.

When opening weekend fell upon us, he was like a kid on Christmas morning. He couldn’t wait to get started: “Hurry! Hurry, dad, before the sun comes up!” I gave him a pat on the head and assured him we would be there with plenty of time to spare.