DEER HUNTING REPORTS 2005 page 5
Dec. 3, 2005
Piff and I, at 4:30 a.m., headed back down near Winchester in Adams Co. again this morning for one last try to fill our tags.  Piff went to his ladder stand at the bottom of the pasture and I went to the area where I had seen a lot of bucks cross a fence on the previous trip.

The turkeys were vocal again along the creek bottom.  I was watching a trail where the deer travel along a fence then cross through the fence and go down the hill towards the creek.  At around 8:00 I heard movement behind me.  Suddenly a few turkeys flew off the roost.  A short time later I heard a deer running my way.  Then I heard a hunter holler ‘deer’!  I then heard the deer running behind me through the cedar grove.  I yelled back at the hunter to let him know that I was in the area.  He and another hunter finally show up and tell me that they thought that they were on so-and-so’s property.  I informed them that they were on the wrong property and that they didn’t have permission to hunt here.  They then moved on down the creek bottom. 

They were doing a deer drive and trying to push deer towards their property.  First of all they were trespassing and secondly why were they doing a drive that early in the morning!  It was prime time for deer movement.  I was pissed!  They ruined my spot by running any deer out of the area.  I went to inform Piff what happened and then went to another section of the property to hunt the rest of the morning.

After lunch Piff headed down to the cattle gate while I pushed a little section of woods near the owner’s log home.  After that I walked the woodlot behind the pond hoping to run some deer towards Piff.  I found out later, after talking to Piff, that when he got down to the cattle gate 9 deer were on a hillside not far away;  They spooked and the big lead doe led them all down the hillside right by Piff’s empty stand!  Also he said that I had run two does out of the second woodlot that I pushed.

Piff hunted the rest of the day out of his stand while I headed to the fence crossing area where I was in the morning.  It was below freezing and freezing rain was forecast for the evening.  About 4:00 or so I heard the sound of something walking on the flat rocks where the drainage from the pasture meets the creek.  I focused my attention down the hill for about a half an hour or so before determining that it was turkeys milling around.  I could hear a cluck or a putt now and then down below me.  I then concentrated back on the area where a deer trail went through the fence.
Around 4:30 it started to spit freezing rain.  It would drizzle for a while then stop.  Somewhere around 4:45 I looked down towards where I heard the noise in the creek earlier and saw movement.  There stood a large-bodied buck.  I could see his antlers moving.  His head was moving back and forth.  His vitals were hidden behind some trees.  I stood there for a few minutes with my shotgun ready for a shot.  Soon he took a step and exposed his front half;  I then fired.  To my amazement the buck just stood there.  I fired again and he walked off about 10 yards.  I then took a few steps to get a better angle to see him and saw that he was standing on his front two legs with his rear end on the ground as if he was sitting.  I shot again and he went down!

By this time the freezing rain was picking up.  When I went to examine the rack, to my astonishment, I found that he only had half a rack.  His left side had five points while the right side had just a bump under the skin where the main beam should have been.  In the middle of his forehead he had about a four inch spike!  He also had been shot in the foot recently.  That was probably the reason why he didn’t run after I took the first shot.  I quickly tagged him and hastily took a photo of him.  After field-dressing him I tried to drag him up the hill to the pasture.  After about 20 yards I gave up and headed back to the vehicle to meet Piff.  By this time the freezing rain was steady.
We summoned the land owner and he got his old Ford tractor and we all drove down in the dark to the edge of the pasture above the deer.  Piff and I had a heck of a time trying to drag the big buck up the hill while slipping and sliding on the ice-covered logs and ground.  We finally managed to get him up the hill and through an opening in the fence and then lifted him on top of the bush hog that was attached to the tractor.  We then loaded him in the van and headed for home.  It took us over 3 hours to make the normally hour and a half trip back to Beavercreek on the icy roads.

Well that’s all for the season.  I am tagged out.  Looking back I had a good week of shotgun hunting.  I bagged 1 buck, a big doe and my first coyote and saw a lot of small bucks!
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