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<blockquote data-quote="348Winchester" data-source="post: 5455690" data-attributes="member: 11952"><p>In the community where I used to live, there was a buck with several seasons of experience eluding the locals- myself included. He would be seen at night crossing roads but not in daylight. Near my home on the same dead end road was a Masonic lodge. East of the lodge was a railroad cut with a fairly steep embankment. East of the railroad was the highway. South of the lodge hall was my little country road. South of that was a trailer and a small hay field. North of the lodge was a 1/2-2/3 acre of woods that were kind of thick in a few spots. North of the little patch of woods was a small cemetery that sat at the head of a hollow. West of the lodge was a large hay field. West of that field was a thin strip of woods and a medium sized hay field. </p><p></p><p>It struck me, late in the season, that the buck just might be bedded in that little patch of woods hard by the lodge. It was within easy walking distance from my house. One particularly gloomy day with a howling northwest wind I set out to test my theory. While a southbound train covered my footfalls, I eased into the southeast corner of the woodlot. A few yards in I spotted him standing opposite a blowdown. He was looking the opposite direction and had no idea I was there. Just enough brush obscured a positive shot and fear of detection kept me riveted to the spot where I stood. The train had passed and now only the noise of the gusty winds aided in maintaining stealth. He laid down and was completely out of sight. Brambles and briars blocked any advancement on all sides. I lobbed a couple of sticks to no avail. He held tight. In the next big bluster of wind I plowed into the rose brambles. That did it! He sprung forth and made for the little graveyard. The 94 thundered and fortunately he tumbled when a silvertip bullet broke his neck. His rack was wide and thick with 10 points. His body was thick, blocky, and muscular as a gladiator. The venison was surprisingly sweet and tender for a buck of his years. </p><p></p><p>Sometimes those small overlooked spots hold big, reclusive bucks!</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="348Winchester, post: 5455690, member: 11952"] In the community where I used to live, there was a buck with several seasons of experience eluding the locals- myself included. He would be seen at night crossing roads but not in daylight. Near my home on the same dead end road was a Masonic lodge. East of the lodge was a railroad cut with a fairly steep embankment. East of the railroad was the highway. South of the lodge hall was my little country road. South of that was a trailer and a small hay field. North of the lodge was a 1/2-2/3 acre of woods that were kind of thick in a few spots. North of the little patch of woods was a small cemetery that sat at the head of a hollow. West of the lodge was a large hay field. West of that field was a thin strip of woods and a medium sized hay field. It struck me, late in the season, that the buck just might be bedded in that little patch of woods hard by the lodge. It was within easy walking distance from my house. One particularly gloomy day with a howling northwest wind I set out to test my theory. While a southbound train covered my footfalls, I eased into the southeast corner of the woodlot. A few yards in I spotted him standing opposite a blowdown. He was looking the opposite direction and had no idea I was there. Just enough brush obscured a positive shot and fear of detection kept me riveted to the spot where I stood. The train had passed and now only the noise of the gusty winds aided in maintaining stealth. He laid down and was completely out of sight. Brambles and briars blocked any advancement on all sides. I lobbed a couple of sticks to no avail. He held tight. In the next big bluster of wind I plowed into the rose brambles. That did it! He sprung forth and made for the little graveyard. The 94 thundered and fortunately he tumbled when a silvertip bullet broke his neck. His rack was wide and thick with 10 points. His body was thick, blocky, and muscular as a gladiator. The venison was surprisingly sweet and tender for a buck of his years. Sometimes those small overlooked spots hold big, reclusive bucks! [/QUOTE]
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