Calling Them In?????

As most of you know myself and my partner in sika crime love pursuing stags on the ground and then trying to call them. This week we hit some of our regular spots in Dorchester and had a blast. It was at one of these spots that we got a stag to respond to a bugle at about 11:30. My partner worked around me bugling, splashing water and trying to get the stag to pass by me for a shot. He was behind me about 100 yards and let go with a great bugle. He immediately heard some commotion behind him and turned to see two "mighty stag hunters" trotting, bows in hand, right towards him. As they closed the distance they finally got close enough to see him. He gave them a big ole, toothy "Joe Biden" grin and they turned and disappeared pronto. He couldn't wait to tell me and the whole incident is still bringing us a barrel of laughs. They say laughter brings joy to the soul.

First Blood of the Season

Wow ... just realized I hadn't posted my first archery kill  last week on here. Conditions were good except for the high temp ... 80s. Hunted an evening spot where I could see whitetails and/or sikas. First deer seen was a doe fawn eating acorns then came to a small pond about 18 yards from the stand. She watered then fed away. 15 mins later I saw some deer on the ridge feeding on acorns as well. One big doe broke away from the rest and came to the waterhole. She was sleek and health looking. I took the shot and she fell about 50 yards away within 20 yards of the food plot for easy pick up. Upon field dressing, both lungs were scrambled. She dressed out at 92 lbs at the processor. Yum ... good eating. No hero pics ... you know what they look like.

Stick Bologna

Aftet shooting a few doves, the temps were kind of warm but headed for a sika stand anyways. The wind was right and darkness was setting in when I caught some motion. The binocs said sika hind and my mind said good eating. Ranged the animal, set the sight and waited for the right angle. Getting darker but figured a good shot and let fly. To my surprise, my arrow hit something which kicked it to the side to stick in the soil and the deer took off. Strange ??? .... got down and went to the arrow that showed no blood; no hair. Looked around and even walked where the deer exited ... no blood, hair etc. Went back and found the culprit ... the unseen limb. Moral to this story is don't think  sika tenderloin before its on the ground. Guess I'll order some "stick bologna".