Post by LongSpur39 on Sept 14, 2010 2:18:19 GMT -5
I have had the pleasure of hunting particular deer over the years. But by far the one that will always stand out is a five year quest I endured. It was a doe I called white legs. My first encounter with her she was 2 1/2 yrs old. The first time she busted me,was no biggie. It was on opening day of archery i'm sittin in my climber at 30 feet. I watched as her and her fawn came browsing from a 100 yds away. She came into 40 yds and smelled my scent on the ground. During that huntin season she pegged me a couple more times. One busting was the last day of late muzzleloader. From then on she became a primary targeted animal. The following season she had twins. And again she busted me during archery. Wore rubber boots and came into my stand from the downwind side. She didn't smell me though. She pegged me in my stand at 20 to 25 feet. And if i remember correctly I took a poke at her with the shotgun that season. At age 4 1/2 i saw her 3 times the whole season. And one instance she was running in a group of other doe's in the woods. I shot what I thought was her. Wrong! When i walked up and saw it was a different doe.Just shook my head. Even some other hunters saw her and tried to take her out. One shot was at 20 yds ! She was not only very lucky,she was unbelieveably smart. When she reached the age of 5 1/2 ,she was the first and only doe .That was mostly nocturnal. Atleast nocturnal in the sense,that she would not enter a field til dark. There could be 20 does and bucks out there ! The rut hit early that year. It was the first week of November. She came runnin by me at first light,trailed by 4 or 5 young bucks. I waited around for maybe another 2 hours. When here she comes walkin behind me. She kept watching her back trail. I looked behind her and here comes this beautiful 10 pointer. he was some 50 yds behind her. She was so proccupied with him. I thought oh my I'm gonna take a nice buck. She walked past me and up the hill. Then stopped looked at him again. Just as i thought she was relaxed,she jerks her head up and looks right at me. Stomps and runs like hell. I turn around and the buck was frozen at 40 yds in some thick saplings. Game over. I never saw her the rest of bowseason. And then saw her for a brief second during gun. Age 6 1/2 she had one fawn and they kept to themselves. I had her and her fawn run across the road in front of me one morning during archery. And watched them mill around for two hours in the hardwoods on another day. That was the only sightings. At 7 1/2 I never saw her til gun season. And I was truly bummed. I came walkin down the hill headin toward the flat ground. When i saw a patch of brown just off the field. As i approached i could see the white patches on her front legs. There she lay the queen of the forest. Someone had made a very lethal shot on her. The blood trail came from the field. They had to see her go down. I assumed she was poached or someone just left her. Truly a shame.
I've chased the same deer for several seasons, but nothing like this. That had to be alot of fun to look forward to every year. Just to darn bad about the ending. A very great story, thanks for sharing it with us. 
