We had a cold front move through last night and the temps dropped to about 35 degrees, so I figured it would be a good morning to go sit for a while.
While sitting on the stand about 9 O’clock, two buzzards caught my attention landing in the trees about 50 yards from me, which just happened to be about the same area that I lost the trail of the doe last week I couldn’t find. They came down out of the trees and landed over the rise. I thought they may have found the doe I lost and I sit there watching for about 10 minuets all the time hoping I was wrong.
While thinking about going and looking over the rise after my hunt ended to see if they had found it. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and looked over to the right and here comes my buck heading right past my stand. I put my scope on him and stopped him at 20 yards. At the shot he bolted into high gear and covered about 90 yards before losing sight of him. I though I heard him pile up but I wasn’t sure if I heard it… or was just wanting to hear it pile up, so I sit in the stand about 20 more minuets before getting down.
After getting out of the stand I eased over the rise and found what the buzzards had been feasting on and yep it was my doe. I had been within 15 yards of her last week and just didn’t see her piled up in a tree top that had blown down.
I gathered my gear and started tracking the buck and found it pilled up just past where I had last seen him. While pulling him out of some tangles I got a good surprise when I noticed he was a 7 instead of a 6 point. Now my confidence is back and I feel a little better about the missed shots but saddened about losing the doe when it was that close.
