ARTICLE: MY SERIES OF UNFORTUNATE HUNTS - DEJA VUE ALL OVER AGAIN
  After last year’s torrent of rain, which lasted for days and subsequent mud that nearly swallowed everything in sight, I better prepared myself by buying a used travel trailer to use as my base of operations during the 2010 Oklahoma muzzleloader hunt last October. So with the truck and trailer loaded I headed to the southeastern section of the Sooner State to try and bag a deer or two, again.
  After arriving I found out my friend and host David Falconer had plans for us that evening. David is on the pro staff of Wild Hog Hunters, www.wildhoghunters.com, along with owners Mike Van Sant and Dave Dell who would be arriving the next day to deer hunt too. David had brought a battery operated light that attaches to the bottom of your automatic feeder that illuminated the area without spooking the game. We were going to put it on a feeder they had set up a few weeks before to lure in some of the wild hogs that were running the area and hunt over it that night.
  My job was to take the shot if any presented themselves and narrate while David videoed the whole thing. The idea behind this was to do a product review of the light so they could post it on their site.
  We went out that afternoon and set up the light. It took a bit of ingenuity but we managed to hang it to the bottom of the feeder. We returned to camp to wait until dusk to make our way out to a box blind about eighty yards from the feeder.
  To make a long story short, we sat in the blind until ten o’clock before calling it a night. We were both very tired from the journey that day none more than me after my seven hour drive that morning. No hogs showed up but I’m sure if we had stayed out longer we surely would have gotten a shot because the light worked great. I’m not sure how the review went but if you check their site you might find out.
  It rained on opening day of deer season so I hunted a ground blind I had set up. The spot looked great as it was at the intersection of three trails. There were fresh tracks and droppings everywhere and I felt confident in my choice of spots. I figured I’d get a shot if not at least see some deer passing through. It was not to be. I didn’t see one deer all of the times I hunted from the blind.
  In fact I didn’t even see a deer until Tuesday morning, the fourth day of the hunt. I think the full moon might have had something to do with it but I think the main reason was the weather, sunny skies and temperatures topping out near ninety degrees. It was great not being wet and cold but this was not exactly deer hunting weather. But I was not discouraged.
  I hunted several stands in various locations that belonged to our friend Robert with no success and only a couple of deer seen. Everyone else had seen deer and everyone but Dave and I had scored. Time was running out and the weather wasn’t helping much. I was keeping a positive attitude even though the feeling of “here we go again” was trying to claw its way out from the back of my mind.
  Wednesday morning found me setting along a pipeline easement on the other side of the ranch. It was nice to expand my knowledge of the ranch as I always tired to learn something new about David’s spread. At 1100 acres it’s hard to see it all in the short time that was available to me during hunting season.
  Anyway, Robert had scouted this area the day before and had seen several deer crossing the pipeline. The problem was they were crossing it pretty quick leaving little chance of getting a shot so we came up with a plan.
  The next morning I was sitting about thirty yards up from the crossing on a small rise with my back against some brush and cedar trees. I could see down both sides giving me a good view. As long as I stayed still I was well camouflaged. I had brought along some scented attractant and poured it in the middle of the crossing. I needed something to grab their attention while crossing to make them stop or at least slow down so I could possibly get a shot.
  Just after sun-up I heard some noise across from me in the woods. It sounded like two squirrels running around on the ground barking and squealing at one another. The commotion lasted for a minute or so and then everything quitted down. I figured they had settled their differences and went about their business.
  A short time after that I was looking down to my left and as I turned to the right something caught my eye. More like startled me. There in the middle of the pipeline was a bobcat staring at me! He had frozen in place when I spotted him. It wasn’t a real big one but I was impressed nonetheless. This was the first time I had ever seen a bobcat while out hunting. Everyone else had always seen one but not me.
  We eyed each other for a minute or two in the semi-darkness until he had enough and turned around to head back the direction from whence he had came. It was at that point when he turned his head that I saw it had something in its mouth. It was a small rabbit! The little bunny swayed as it dangled from the bobcat’s mouth as it turned back to give me one more look before silently walking back into the brush.
  Wow! That was the coolest thing I believe I had ever seen while hunting. It topped the time I saw a mountain lion while hunting from a tree stand several years before while hunting on the other side of David’s ranch.
  After thinking about it for a few minutes, I figured out the noise I had heard earlier wasn’t squirrels at all. It was the bobcat catching its breakfast! With the image of the bobcat etched in my mind I went back to deer hunting.
  About a quarter past eight my luck finally changed for the better or so I thought.
  From down the hill to my left there were two deer walking up the pipeline instead of crossing it. It was a big momma doe and her fawn. They came straight up the hill toward me and when they turned to check their back trail I brought my gun up to my shoulder. The big doe came straight up the hill with her nose out. She could smell the attractant and was heading straight to it.
  I watched as both of the deer came closer and I eased my head down to look through the scope. I had the crosshairs on the doe before she reached the smelling spot. She was facing straight at me not giving me a good shot. I kept the scope on her as she stopped at the spot waiting for her to give me a shot. I thought several times of shooting her in the neck but since they hadn’t seen me and had no idea I was there, there was no reason to rush the shoot.
  The gun was getting heavy but I refused to let down. I kept shifting over to the smaller deer and then back to the bigger one. This went on for what seemed like forever when suddenly straight across from me a deer blew! I knew that the other deer had busted me. I never turned my head or took the scope off of the doe. There was no need to watch a deer run off while I still had these two thirty yards from me.
  When the deer blew and busted off their heads snapped to attention. They didn’t move but stood there on alert getting antsy. They were going to bust at any moment so I made a choice. I pulled to the middle of the large deer’s neck and pulled the trigger.
  My heart jumped as I heard a slight delay-fire from the .50 caliber in-line but thought I had to have hit her at that close range. I watched as they ran into the woods keeping my eye on the doe, tracking which direction she went.
  After reloading and waiting a couple of minutes I went out to where she had been standing and looked for any sign of a hit. There wasn’t blood there so I followed her path to where she had jumped into the brush looking for any blood trail there. There wasn’t any so I returned to my chair to wait a while before going to look for her. No need in pushing her and besides I was pretty sure I’d find her balled up inside of fifty yards.
  Forty five minutes later I set off to look for the doe. I had marked some trees as landmarks so I knew the path she taken. An hour later I hadn’t found the deer nor a single hair or drop of blood. It had been a clean miss. After replaying the episode in my mind many times I recalled how the deer reacted to my shot. She had flinched just enough at my delay fire to avoid being hit. Even though it was only a fraction of a second it was long enough to avoid the bullet. It was déjà vue all over again.
  That evening was my last chance to hunt as I had to head home the next day. I didn’t see any deer but did manage to get a couple of pictures of a beautiful sunset. Little consolation for all of the time and effort I had put into this hunt.
  On the long ride home (always seems longer when you are going home empty handed) I had to remind myself that I was truly blessed to be able to take trips like this and that it’s not always about making the kill but the time spent in the great outdoors and the time spent with good friends. The good Lord willing I’ll be back next season. I have an empty spot on the wall just waiting for an Oklahoma buck. Until next time, Jim Bob.
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