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After repeatedly staring at my notes and maps, as well as Google Earth to pick a stand site, taking my post-drive 'shower' in scent killer, arriving inthe dark to settle-in and start calling until you get too cold to sit anymore, move, and then start all over again only to not shoot a buck, the pattern changed yesterday in Delta county. I was set-up in the outside corner of a mature clear-cut with two conifer swamps buttingup angainst it with an open rolling field behind me. After sitting for three hours I decided to walk the field edge to look for tracks rubs and scrapes as well as to warm-up. For whatever reason, after walking a couple hundred yards I looked back to where I had been posted to see a deer pop-out and start trottin down the opposite side of the field, followed by a second deer. I put the scope up to verify it was a doe and then moved to the second deer which turned out to be a buck. As I was looking at the buck I noticed another deer , seen via my free eye,enter from the clear-cut and swung on it. Much larger deer with an easily visible rack. By now my eyes were watering from looking into the stiff wind. I quickly looked around for an aspen whip or anyting to use as a rest. Nope., nothing. As I was focusing on not jerking the shot I realized I had screwed-up and not dialed my scope out from 2X to 7X. The crosshairs were wandering around on his chest as the gun went off. He immediately veered to his right and took a couple of strong bounds as I racked in another shell for a second shot at him as he crossed the field. All I could see and shoot at was the top of his back, but I noticed he had slowed back to a slow trot and was hunched-up. I swung out in front of him to try to find a place to shoot again as I saw his head, neck and back enter the site picture. After he entered cover I paced to the spot I first shot at him-117 paces. What was reassuring was the volume of blood that roughly paralled his tracks; I either hit him low or hit him well, so I worked at getting my gear stashed back together prior starting to track the bloodtrail. He went further than I anticipated, but never entered the water. As you can see from the picture, I got very lucky on the shot placement, cutting his diaphragm and damaging his liver via the concussion of the hit. He also headed in the general direction of the woods road I came in on. After tagging him, I got him across the stream intact and then changed back out of my hip boots to my Lacrosse Burlys, gutted him and left him to find a way out to the road. After I found the road I piled my pack and gear to start the walk to the truck, keeping my 7600 for the trek. On the way to the truck, I saw a doe and fawn cross the road at a good clip so I slowed down and stayed on the edge as I crept forward. Out stepped another buck whose rack I could easily see! Yes, this time I had the scope dialed back out to 7X... I grabbed a handful of aspen whip, layed the barrel on my arm and fired. He ran to the woods edge and piled-up against a spruce cluster, bouncing off that before he fell. I tagged him and basiclly sprinted to the truck...well as fast as I can walk with a broken back, fake knee and fake hip! I had never fully unloaded the truck from a duck hunting trip to Munuscong prior the gun opener, so I slid one buck on the sled inside the bed and then tied the second deer onto the the tailgate securely. I should have taken a picture of the loaded truck but I was so wound--up after I got them loaded I drove straight to Viau's in Escanaba to drop them off for processing after a stop to weigh and register them at the MDNR office. We have guests at Thanskgiving this year, so no deer processing in the garage on turkey day. Both couples feed deer routinely through the winter months.... so no deer hunt stories either.

Dead tired today... verified that I need to get my right hip replaced this winter. Yes, Karen is still telling me I should not hunt alone at my age. The larger buck weighed 214lbs on the MDNR scale.
 

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Congrats on a GREAT hunt. Loved the write up!!
 
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After repeatedly staring at my notes and maps, as well as Google Earth the pick a stand site, arriving inthe dark to settle-in and start calling until you get too cold to sit anymore, move and then start all over again only to not shoot a buck, the pattern changed yesterday in Delta county. View attachment 868105 View attachment 868108 I was set-up in the outside corner of a mature clear-cut with two conifer swamps buttingup angainst it with an open rolling field behind me. After sitting for three hours I decided to walk the field edge to look for tracks rubs and scrapes as well as to warm-up. For whatever reason, after walking a couple hundred yards I looked back to where I had been posted to see a deer pop-out and start trottin down the opposite side of the field, followed by a second deer. I put the scope up to verify it was a doe and then moved to the second deer which turned out to be a buck. As I was looking at the buck I noticed another deer , seen via my ree eye,enter from the clear-cut and swung on it. Much larger deer with an easily visible rack. By now my eyes were watering from looking into the stiff wind. I quickly looked around for an aspen whip and anyting to use as a rest. Nope., nothing. As I was focusing on not jerking the shot I realized I had screwed-up and not dialed my scope out from 2X to 7X. The crosshairs were wandering around on his chest as the gun went off. He immediately veered to his right and took a coupleof strong bounds as I racked in another shell for a second shot at him as he crossed the field. All I coulds see and shoot at was the top of his back, but I noticed he had slowed back to a slow trot and was hunched-up. I swung out in front of him to try to find a place to shoot again as I saw his head, neck and back enter the site picture. After he entered cover I paced to the spot I first shot at him-117 paces. What was reassuring was the volume of blood that roughly paralled his tracks; I ether hit him low or hit him well, so I worked at getting my gear stashed back together prior starting to track the bloodtrail. He went further than I anticipated, but never entered the water. As you can see from the picture, I got very lucky on the shot placement, cutting his diaphragm and damaging his liver via the concussion of the hit. He also headed in the general direction of the woods road I came in on. After tagging him, I got him across the stream intact and then changed back out of my hip boots to my Lacrosse Burlys, gutted him and left him to find a way out to the road. After I found the road I piled my pack and gear to start the walk to the truck, keeping my 7600 for the trek. On the way to the truck, I saw a doe and fawn cross the road at a good clip so I slowed down and stayed on the edge as I crept forward. Out stepped another buck whose rack I could easily see! Yes, this time I had the scope dialed back out to 7X... I grabbed a handful of aspen whip, layed the barrel on my arm and fired. He ran to the woods edge and piled-up against a spruce cluster, bouncing off that before he fell. I tagged him and basiclly sprinted to the truck...well as fast as I can walk with a broken back, fake knee and fake hip! I had never fully unloaded the truck from a trip to Munuscong prior the gun opener, so I slid on buck on the sled inside the bed and then tied the second deer onto the the tailgate securely. I should have taken a picture of the loaded truck but I was so wound--up after I got them loaded I drove straight to Viau's in Escanaba to drop them off or processing. We have guests at Thanskgiving this year, so no deer processing in the garage. Both couples feed deer routinely through the winter months.... so no deer hunt stories either.

Dead tired today... verifiedd that I need to get my right hip replaced this winter. Yes, Karen is still telling me I should not hunt alone at my age. The larger buck weighed 214lbs on the MDNR scale.
Awesome UP bucks, congratulations! I’m jealous!!
 

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After repeatedly staring at my notes and maps, as well as Google Earth the pick a stand site, arriving inthe dark to settle-in and start calling until you get too cold to sit anymore, move and then start all over again only to not shoot a buck, the pattern changed yesterday in Delta county. View attachment 868105 View attachment 868108 I was set-up in the outside corner of a mature clear-cut with two conifer swamps buttingup angainst it with an open rolling field behind me. After sitting for three hours I decided to walk the field edge to look for tracks rubs and scrapes as well as to warm-up. For whatever reason, after walking a couple hundred yards I looked back to where I had been posted to see a deer pop-out and start trottin down the opposite side of the field, followed by a second deer. I put the scope up to verify it was a doe and then moved to the second deer which turned out to be a buck. As I was looking at the buck I noticed another deer , seen via my ree eye,enter from the clear-cut and swung on it. Much larger deer with an easily visible rack. By now my eyes were watering from looking into the stiff wind. I quickly looked around for an aspen whip and anyting to use as a rest. Nope., nothing. As I was focusing on not jerking the shot I realized I had screwed-up and not dialed my scope out from 2X to 7X. The crosshairs were wandering around on his chest as the gun went off. He immediately veered to his right and took a coupleof strong bounds as I racked in another shell for a second shot at him as he crossed the field. All I coulds see and shoot at was the top of his back, but I noticed he had slowed back to a slow trot and was hunched-up. I swung out in front of him to try to find a place to shoot again as I saw his head, neck and back enter the site picture. After he entered cover I paced to the spot I first shot at him-117 paces. What was reassuring was the volume of blood that roughly paralled his tracks; I ether hit him low or hit him well, so I worked at getting my gear stashed back together prior starting to track the bloodtrail. He went further than I anticipated, but never entered the water. As you can see from the picture, I got very lucky on the shot placement, cutting his diaphragm and damaging his liver via the concussion of the hit. He also headed in the general direction of the woods road I came in on. After tagging him, I got him across the stream intact and then changed back out of my hip boots to my Lacrosse Burlys, gutted him and left him to find a way out to the road. After I found the road I piled my pack and gear to start the walk to the truck, keeping my 7600 for the trek. On the way to the truck, I saw a doe and fawn cross the road at a good clip so I slowed down and stayed on the edge as I crept forward. Out stepped another buck whose rack I could easily see! Yes, this time I had the scope dialed back out to 7X... I grabbed a handful of aspen whip, layed the barrel on my arm and fired. He ran to the woods edge and piled-up against a spruce cluster, bouncing off that before he fell. I tagged him and basiclly sprinted to the truck...well as fast as I can walk with a broken back, fake knee and fake hip! I had never fully unloaded the truck from a trip to Munuscong prior the gun opener, so I slid on buck on the sled inside the bed and then tied the second deer onto the the tailgate securely. I should have taken a picture of the loaded truck but I was so wound--up after I got them loaded I drove straight to Viau's in Escanaba to drop them off or processing. We have guests at Thanskgiving this year, so no deer processing in the garage. Both couples feed deer routinely through the winter months.... so no deer hunt stories either.

Dead tired today... verifiedd that I need to get my right hip replaced this winter. Yes, Karen is still telling me I should not hunt alone at my age. The larger buck weighed 214lbs on the MDNR scale.
Awesome, That right there is what UP dreams are made of!
 

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I had a hunt like that once! Then I woke up!
Awesome bucks! Congrats!
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I had a hunt like that once! Then I woke up!
Awesome bucks! Congrats!
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I have had several instances where multiple bucks would respond to calling and I had to choose between them to shoot, but never multiple chances. I admit, I should have taken more pictures, but by the time I got them both to the truck and found a high spot to back into to load them I was running mostly on adrenaline. It was no fun, even with snow and a Shappelll sled to get a 200lb deer out of the conifer swamps of Delta county. Previously, I shot a heavy 8pt with very good mass about half mile or more from this spot back in 2008 that took me most of the night to get out to the truck. I kept running into standing water as I hauled him out. I had to stop and walk the edge staring at my wrist compass and checking the GPS location of my truck to steer my way out. I did not want to replay that experience, largely because I was well over a decade older than I was then.

If you want to see some nice Delta and north Menominee County deer, watch Discovering on WLUC-TV. Look for the November 21, 2022 show that has buck poles from Daggett, Rapid River, and Esky. Brian should have made an effort to film the Cornell buck pole at the Rusty Rail as well, instead of going to Crystall Falls to video one just getting started. No B&C bucks, but a number that make these look very average!

What a great hunt.
Hopefully, you'll get a laugh out of this: My wife recently gave me "the Russell speech" from the movie "UP".this is the scene where Ed Asner's character and Russell are towing the house to Paradise Falls and Russell starts into a near endless whine... She does this to essentially remind me that I should shut-up and stop whining or stop doing it if it ceases to be fun. I try to remember Ralph William's approach. Ralph was the guy I learned about "poke hunting" from; a method of puncuated still hunting where, based on the sign you come across you either decide to stop and sit for an hour or so or keep moving along slowly looking for fresh sign.. He expected to kill a buck each time out and never went through the motions. Ralph used to say that he killed a bunch of bucks on the way back to the truck when his hunting was "OVER"..
 
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