|Ohio Turnpike Buck (standard:non fiction, 2340 words)|
|Author: DINGER||Added: Dec 10 2001||Views/Reads: 1723/1127||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Short story about my first deer hunt by the Ohio Turnpike.|
In October, I got down to business preparing for the upcoming Ohio shotgun season. It ran from November 26th, through the 2nd of December. My hunting pal, Jimmie Fraley and myself were bowhunting and scouting as much as possible. Although our jobs kept us out of the woods throughout most of the week. Our weekends were spent in them. Before opening day of bow season we had alot to do. Jimmie and I acquired hunting rights from a long time friend of my family and local farmer. Located in North Central Ohio’s firelands area, (Huron County) we began to survey the land. I made a stop to the county courthouse one day, and picked up a poster size map of our new hunting land. The map detailed property lines, highways and county roads, crop fields, rivers, swamps, creeks, and woodlands. A valuable tool for studying, and plotting our hunting schemes. A knock on the door of the farm next door proved to be an asset. The lady owned a narrow stretch of land with a cornfield, swamp, fence row, and a small section of woods that attached to the woods we already had rights to hunt. She signed our hunting slips and we were thankful for the opportunities that were given to us. As we scouted our new territory, we found several tracks, scraps, and tree rubs throughout! We thought to ourselves, “we are on to something here”. But it was alot of area for two guys to cover. So we concentrated on the cornfield with the swamp next to it. This is where we found the most significant signs of deer activity. And we were excited to find the tracks of a “brutus” Ohio buck. His dew claw impressions were 4 inches behind the back of his hoof. He was big! Throughout October, we were unsuccessful in harvesting any deer. We were wondering what we were doing wrong. We were setup perfectly with a food source and we were downwind on a dominant trail. By the peak of the rut we decided that the deer were limiting their daytime activities, and were bedding down within a swamp nearly 250 yards from the cornfield and swamp were were set up on. They had water within the swamp and only needed to leave it at night to feed. So our plans had to change, and it was not looking good. The swamp the deer were held up in was a heavy thicket all the way around, about 30 yards wide and 50 yards long. Getting in undetected was impossible, and part of the swamp belonged to another landowner, who only allows family and friends to hunt. We were stumped. So we sat around the swamp, and near the property line of the swamp best we could. Even though we really wanted to harvest a deer with a bow and arrow, it was the last weekend before shotgun season, and we had to get our guns sighted in. My 11 year old son Ryan, had completed his safety hunter’s course back in September, and was wanting to join us during shotgun season. I acquired a Savage “Springfield” .410 pump. So Jimmie, Ryan, and myself loaded up Sunday afternoon and we went out to sharpen our shooting skills for the season ahead. Jimmie was toting a Mossberg 12 ga. semi-auto, with the rifled slug barrel. I had the Charles Daly, semi-auto, VR Field Grade 12 ga. with a smooth bore and an improved cylinder choke tube. Ryan’s .410 was on target. He fired three shells, and put it away. Although Jimmie was not completely thrilled with the patterns he was throwing out, he was confident in his ability to bring down a deer. My Charles Daly was shooting fine. As sunday evening came to a close, we were anxious to hit the woods. Tomorrow was opening day! I was extremely excited for Ryan. This was his first deer hunt! I wanted to be there with the both of them opening day, but my prayers for rain went unanswered, as I was scheduled to work. There were two other gentlemen permitted to hunt the land this week, so everyone got their heads together to plan the attack. Opening day for Jimmie and Ryan was exciting, as shots rang out in the morning around 7:30. They sat along a creek bottom about 50 yards apart, when an eight point came busting through the woods. Ryan had the shot, and took it. He fired his last two rounds as the buck left him behind. Ryan gave chase, as more shots rang out. When Ryan and Jimmie came up on the deer laying in the winter wheat sprouts next to the creek bottom, they were greeted by a hunter from the woods behind them. He had also shot the deer and tracked it across the property line. Jimmie asked Ryan if he thought he hit the deer, and Ryan wasn’t sure. After examining the deer, they Click here to read the rest of this story (133 more lines)
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