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By Dan Infalt
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"Just as I was thinking about cutting the distance
to 40 yards, he looked at me and must have realized I did not belong
there. Suddenly he bolted right at me!"
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I raced into the parking lot, late for work again. It was 9:30 AM, I was
supposed to start at 7AM. I had been coming in late for work all week,
and leaving early. The big boss man just could not understand that the
rut was on, and I had more important things to do than "Work." He
was pretty mad, and this time he drew the line, INFALT, You better make
sure your butt is here on time tomorrow! He screamed. I could not help
but smile... He forgot to say anything about leaving early.
The afternoon was getting pretty long and Big Boss Man was keeping an eye
on me, I was beginning to think, there was no chance for an escape. However
just after 2:00 PM he was notified of a phone call and headed to his office
to answer it. The monkey whispered into my ear, its now or never, make
your escape. I gave the brown-nosing nark boy who worked next to me 2 quarters
and said get us each a coffee, its on me! That 2 quarter trick worked great!!
but I can't take all the credit, it was the Monkey's idea.
I made a break for the door, pulled the monkey off my back, and was in
the truck flying down the road to hunting heaven in 30 seconds flat. I
would have hell to pay tomorrow, but me and the monkey would deal with
it in the morning. For now, all I could think about is where exactly to
hang my stand. I was pretty sure I knew where the King of all bucks was
bedding in a sanctuary on the adjoining property. I would position myself
close to the property line and hopefully whack this dude a good one when
he crossed over onto legal ground.
I was hunting a suburban area near the city of Milwaukee that was starting
to get built up into a rich neighborhood. These rich people would walk
all over the place with no regards for property lines and call 911 when
they see a hunter on the property they are trespassing on. That bothered
me a little, but it was not my land, and the farmer did not want to make
waves with the new neighbors who were already looking down there nose's
at him.
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"His rack was the freakiest of all...it went over
backwards and curled around like a ram horns!"
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I was in my tree ready to rock by 3:00 and the deer were already moving
1st I saw some does and a small buck come out of the sanctuary filtering
by for about the 1st hour, then I hear some crashing and a bunch of deer
come crashing out of the bedding area and run full out right past me and
across all the fields, across a major road and out of site. You guessed
it! 5 minutes later out come a couple of these new neighbors who just kicked
up those deer. I just sat in the tree till they walked past and got down,
another day wasted, I thought.
There was still a 1/2 hour left to hunt, but what's the use? I got down
packed the old lone wolf stand on my back, and headed for the truck. I
was about 100 yards from the truck crossing an old cow pasture that was
starting to grow in. I looked to my right and noticed a deer working a
scrape. It did not appear to have antlers and I could not see another deer
in sight. The deer was about 50 yards away and it was just starting to
get dusky, and I light fog was coming up from the low spots. I was sure
this was a doe, but it looked weird, small and short, but with a big neck.
Regardless, this was a chance for me to whack a doe without ruining a good
buck hunting spot.
Just as I was thinking about cutting the distance to 40 yards, he looked
at me and must have realized I did not belong there. Suddenly he bolted
right at me. I pulled the bow back, hoping it would stop or slow down and
give me a clean shot. At 10 yards, I realized he was going to run right
into me. I aimed along side his head and shot right into his chest at point
blank range. He careened into my right leg knocking me over, then passed
by and kept going till he just fell over. The arrow had pierced his heart.
When I got to the buck, I could not believe my eyes. It was a mature buck,
but a Midget freak of a mature buck!!! His head and neck were big
in comparison to the rest of his body. His rack was the freakiest of all...it
went over backwards and curled around like a ram horns!
At 1st I was a little peeved that I had to burn a buck tag on this freak,
but, it is actually one of my favorite memories now. This happened 10 to
15 years ago. I get asked a lot if I would mount him. Lee is going to try
to do something with a mount, but there is one problem, they just don't
make Midget FREAK deer forms for taxidermists to use.
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Comments
I can see how that buck wanted to charge after taking one look at that long haired Dan!! ;o)
Posted by: Jarrod on July 9, 2005 12:22 AM
Holy crap!
Posted by: John on July 9, 2005 12:28 AM
orgasmic
Posted by: Buck Schmidt on November 2, 2005 08:56 PM
hey you shouldnt have any trouble finding a taxidermist that makes there own forms, mostly just the fly by nighters that use strickly store bought forms, they can cut and plaster a form to fit any thing...
sure is a weird looking deer, kinda looks like the racks in my area of norhtern michigan, but are deer get up to 200+ pounds and only have little small racks, good luck hope you get it mounted...
Posted by: whitedog on December 13, 2006 12:48 PM
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