
There was a time when tree stands,sent killers and sitka camo were not a thing, a simpler time of knee high hunting boots,red plaid jackets and iron sights. A time when you played the wind and slipped very slowly through the woods to your advantage… not that those things aren’t implemented still today in modern hunting but we tend not to pay as much attention to such things in the hunting community as we once did. I’ll just put on my scent blocker camo and not worry with the wind and get in my tree stand that’s 50-60 yards away from the big pile of corn I dumped out . And then just sit and wait staring at the pile of corn all day. Granted there are situations where you have to implement that tactic, limited amount of land comes to mind. But we rely too much on tech in the hunting community now these days and not enough on honing our outdoor skills and getting back to basics.
Here in the Southern part of the USA stalking for deer is harder than say in Idaho or Montana due to the fact of the pesky leaves that come tumbling down in the fall. Which makes moving through the woods rather noisy… but it can be done very very slowly mind you.It might take me 20-30 min to move a distance of say 50-60 yards by very gently placing the outer part of my L.L Bean Main hunting boot on to the crunchy leaves and slowly rolling it inward all the time keeping track of which way the wind is blowing. A wind indicator is very helpful.
November 28 2024 Thanksgiving morning the weather started out rainy the night before but slacked off and came to a halt around 7am. Perfect for stalking ,seeing that the leaves would be drenched and soft now due to the rain. I pulled on my L.L Bean boots put on my coat and hat , grabbed my iron sighted Winchester Model 54 and off to the woods I went. Weaving my way down the logging road I made no noise on the soft squishy earth underneath my feet. A gentle breeze was blowing from the southwest so I would periodically check the wind always making sure it was either directly in my face or coming at me diagonally. I came to a pine thicket and it started to mist ever so lightly when I caught sight of two white tails moving from my right to left, two deer had saw me but not scented me.I could not make them out but I had a hunch they were doe. So I pressed on down the ever winding road until I came to where the pine thicket opens up into a creek bottom. I check the wind before entering the bottom, perfect directly in my face! As I started to take a few steps I saw movement directly in front of me about 80 yards. I threw up my binoculars and saw that it was a little doe no more than 70-80 pounds. I moved slowly to the base of a big poplar tree but in doing so the little doe caught my movement but had not scented me and being young and curious she approached unafraid. As I watched her I noticed another deer following her, which turned out to be a bigger mature doe…meat for the freezer! The wind had not changed and they casually got closer and closer, until they were within 40 yards. Sitting down propping my back against a poplar tree and bracing my model 54 against my knees ,I waited for the mature doe to give me a perfect broad side shot, slowly but surely the doe made her way in front of the smaller one giving me the perfect broad side shot I was looking for. I lined up the Lyman receiver sight with the bead front of my 54 carbine and sent a 220 grain Interlock down range and made contact with the mature doe. She was moving from my left to right and after I made the shot she staggered a few steps and took off away from me, as she did I could tell it was a good hit as the blood flowed from right behind her shoulder. Reloading and putting the 54 on safe I started casually strolling up to the area where I had shot her, when something twitched and caught my eye! 50 yards away from me staring me dead in the face was a mature 7 point buck! I snapped down to one knee and again took aim with the 06! The wind was still blowing from him to me and he being in rut was more concerned with where the doe went than me. The buck giving me only a head on shot I aimed center chest and squeezed the 54’s trigger. The 220 grain hit with authority and as the buck ran I could see he was carrying his right leg. Standing there in awe of what had just occurred I was snapped back to reality by a loud snort! Directly to my right only 30 yards away was a tremendous 8 point buck! Dumbfounded I raised the 54 and in the confusion sent two 06 rounds haphazardly after the giant who was getting the hell out of Dodge quick fast! Knowing I had hit the other buck and doe I searched for the 8 pointer I had just took shots at. Winding through brier patches and searching the deer trail he was on proved futile, no blood,hair or body so two clean misses on the 8 pointer. Going back to my starting point after looking for the 8 pointer I found the blood trail for the doe and promptly found her in a patch of small saplings near the river. On my way to go find the 7 pointer I got a call from my father inquiring about all the shooting! After telling him what all the cordite burning was about and that I was pretty sure I had hit the 7 pointer but not sure if he was down for the count yet he very enthusiastically exclaimed he and my brother would be there as soon as I found out! Not knowing exactly where the buck ran (since after the shot I was preoccupied with the 8 pointer) I walked in the general direction where I saw him run, zigzagging through the woods I finally found the blood trail and there propped up next to a dead stump was my 7 pointer! Calling dad and giving him the assurance that the buck was down he said he and my brother would be there promptly! Sitting there reflecting on the mornings festivities soaking up the triumph and also the loss there is always a feeling of respect and melancholy when a hunt is over, respect for the animal hunted and melancholy for the life taken. We are all just smoke in the passage of time, fragile things here only for a limited amount of time, so enjoy the sunrises and be thankful for one more hunt experienced.


As I sat reflecting I heard dad and Seth coming through the brambles asking where I was, hollering out I gave my location. Congratulations were made, deer were gutted and the 3\4 mile drag started. We made our way up and over ditches through creeks and finally to the truck and home . So in concluding I highly encourage you to get back to the basics play the wind grab an old vintage rifle and go enjoy the outdoors and the sunrises we are so blessed by God to have access to.






























