Opening day of gun season. Feb 12, 2005 16:44:21 GMT -5
Post by BamaBoy on Feb 12, 2005 16:44:21 GMT -5
Opening day for deer season was Oct 11 here in SC. I took off work that day and went hunting. I hunt public land, around a lake, and had to get to my spot early, so no one could beat me to it. I hunted that morning and did not have any luck. I stayed close to the area while I waited to go back in for the afternoon hunt. I kicked my depth finder while getting out of my boat. Not a good way to start off. It was in the low 70's and a little windy. As I made my way into the woods, I thought to myself, I should have not parked the boat so close! From my tree I had a good view of the cove and my boat. I thought the odds were against me, but I would rather sit in a tree instead of at my desk. Anyway, I had been sitting a couple of hours and a gobbler came in and spotted me out. He told everyone and everything where I was. I knew it had to be over for sure. Fifteen minutes later, a boat with two hunters came in pretty close, sat and idled for a few minutes, and then left the cove. I was hoping if the gobbler had spooked any deer, that the deer would think everything was ok since they heard the boat leaving. Around an hour later, I thought I heard something running, but it was hard to tell with the wind blowing. Then I heard something hit the water. I looked toward the boat and I could see something in the water. I looked through my scope and a nice buck was swimming around my boat. Literally, I could have jumped on the deer if I had been in my boat. If he went straight, I would never see him again. The buck turned and came up the cove and come up on the bank where the creek fed into the lake. He walked up the creek and I could have shot, but some small branches were in the way and I decided not to. He came about forty yards more up the creek and I had a wide open shot only 75 yards from my stand. One shot and he never moved again. I went to him and he was an eight point with a fifteen and a half spread with nine inch tines! He had a very heavy rack and his main beams almost touched. He was not the biggest by no means, but he was the biggest deer I had killed and to have come off of public land made it even better.