By Glen Wunderlich
It’s uncanny how television hunters are able to take big game animals on the last hour of the last day of a given season. The suspenseful shows add to the drama of a hunter, who’s spent a small fortune, yet has come up empty as the sun finishes its appearance for the day. Then, out of nowhere comes a waltzing wall-hanger and the next scene is nothing but high fives and hero poses.
Sure it’s real – just like the camera operator that somehow always seems to get to the downed animal first and records the “surprised” hunter locating the prize. But, when there are no TV cameras, and a hunter finds success on the first day of a 90-day season, priorities change for the meat hunter in search of more. So, it has been for this seasoned deer hunter.
With a good buck in the freezer, it was time to repay a generous, non-hunting neighbor, who loves venison but does not hunt. But, with a full three months remaining, faith provided patience.
What was left of the early archery season came and went with my only buck tag filled. Regular firearms deer season had arrived without the usual anticipation, but that changed when I learned that my great grandson would accompany me on opening weekend.
Within the dark confines of a portable blind, we watched intently, as a buck fawn entered the brassica field a scant 30 yards from us. Soon thereafter, another button buck emerged and headed toward the other one with its head down and spoiling for a showdown of wills. I whispered to my greenhorn sidekick that there was going to be a tussle, and sure enough, a short match of toughness ensued and finished just as fast.
Then, five more antlerless deer came into view and promptly began feeding some 60 yards in front of us. As we watched the interaction of the group, my inexperienced partner made a quick move that was picked off by one of the adults. I whispered, “Don’t move”, as we became the focus of a stare-down. The wise leader of the group became nervous and edged farther away from us – all the while tuned in to the mysterious movement within. The teachable moment concluded with the group following the leader directly away from us with their lives intact.
Muzzleloading season seemed more like going through the motions of hunting, as I couldn’t help but anticipate the late firearms antlerless season for one burning reason: field testing a new Ruger American rifle in .450 Bushmaster caliber.
On the second day of the late season, a group of five whitetail deer busted out from the timber, as one lone matriarch led the way. There was nothing left to do but to find out if my paper-punching practice would pay off in venison dividends. With a steady hold at 125 yards and a single squeeze of the trigger, that that $12 antlerless deer tag became a good deal – especially for my neighbor, who would get the heavy 3 ½ year-old doe.