A Deerhunt In Progress - 2005

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December 22

MORNING: 
My Atomic Clock LCD showed the outdoor temperature at 29 as I left for the Ridge. Wild turkeys lit up the air waves from their toosts at turkey talking time. A loud hen dominated the turkey voices and a group of gobblers further to the east sounded off over and over. Their were a bunch of turkeys 

Coyotes also cranked up and raised a big racket off to the north west. They made me a little qantsy but they were in the opposite direction my deer had gone yesterdcday, so I wasn't concerned. 

After flydown, the turkey vocalizations got closer and closer. Suddenly they all shut up, it sounded like they were down hill from my ground blind. At 7:34 some hens walked out from behind a cedar 14 yards south of my Marrix blind. 

Wild turkeys fluff their feathers or spread their wings and shake them as they go about their turkey buskness of the day. Usually they are done by the time I get my camera on them. However, this turkey was more lucky than that and got its picture on bowhunting.net. Shake it up baby. 

More followed, mostly hens but a few were very juvinile looking jakes.

The leaders hooked a right and in the hallway-like opening )that my blind is on the edge of) and led the small flock away.

A few minutes after the flock dissapeared a lone jake walked out. It was more developed and had a small tuft of a beard. 

When 9:00 came I steped out of the Double Bull to go get my deer. I found where it had gone down but that was the end of the sign. I continued in the southernly direction it was runing/ In 35 yards I was at the edge of a deep gorge. I went down the side and looked everywhere. My search along the river was also fruitless.

In most cases, when you loose a blood trail the animal changed directions. I went to work on that angle poked along looking under the cedars into the brush. A low flying buzzard caught my attention uphill to the north west. The buzzard folded up and dropped like a kite to the ground.

I hurried there. It was too late. Buzzards flew up when I got close. But judging from the looks of things the coyotes had been there first. It was unpleasant looking. I took a picture of a buzzard that boldly watched me from the limbs of a dead tree.

That afternoon I went to the Point and as I walked up to the Double Bull I heard wild turkey noises. They were in the woods to the west and coming my way. I tried to get in the blind before they saw me but I didn't and they turned tail. 

Beweeen 4 and 5 the coyotes were back at it. Two young bucks came through the area on the opposite side of the fence. 

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