A few days after the mail man goof up the temperature dropped but it didn’t get windy. That afternoon I saw several bucks and does wandering around my little valley. Early on I noticed a doe standing in the woods to the north, about 100 yards away.
She waited for a while, which is always a situation with the potential to bring a buck into the area. So I wasn’t surprised to notice antlers in the trees along the gulch to the east. I glassed the buck and I.D.ed him as Number 9. When he got to the edge of the trees he stopped and surveyed the area.
As luck would have it, for Mr. Number 9 Lucky Buck there were no deer around me. So when he saw the lone doe to the north he started walking in that direction. I sat my binoculars down and took his picture.
He and the doe went out of sight … in the opposite direction. It was reasonable to assume that I The Hunt For Number 9: Part #3 wouldn’t see him again this afternoon. But I was wrong about that.
A few does came to my food plot area but most of them were’t interested in eating any alfalfa today. Later two young does were browsing in front of my ground blind only 10 yards away.
Suddenly a doe came into view from the gulch and hurried over by my blind. The other two does checked out and the new doe stopped a couple of arm’s length from me.
And just then, a buck walked around the three large trees. Surprise, it was Number 9.
Number 9 stopped 15 yards away, facing me, and looking at the very nervous doe in front of me. He was head on. I hooked up my Fletch Hook and waited for a better angle.
Sometimes when you bowhunt things happen fast, other times they happen slowly. This was one of the slow happening ones. Number 9 stared at the doe and visa versa, both of them not making any moves.
The doe was the first to break the stand off. She hurried past the trees that hidden Number 9’s approach from me. And he turned quickly and followed her. The disappeared into the gulley.
Like I said before, nothing is as lucky as a mature buck.
On December 6 one of my Spypoint cameras took a pic of Number 9.
But I didn’t have any more daytime sightings the rest of December.