I haven't been since last Sunday morning, and didn't see any deer. The morning before was very exciting when Keith got his 11 pt, but I've already told that story.
I'd like to tell one though that happened at least 20 years ago...I was hunting Fort Campbell in an area called Clarksville Base which at one time during the 60's was an extremely high security electric fenced in area where I've heard nuclear weapons were worked on.
I was using my Bighorn Recurve then which was 65#@28". I had hunted during the morning without seeing deer, and after getting down and doing some scouting I had found a couple of white oaks that were dropping acorns with heavy feeding sign around the trees. I selected a tree and planned to return for the evening hunt. It rained some during the day, and had just finished as I was heading in. I attached my climber to the tree, and tied a string to my bow and climber in order to pull the bow up after me. After reaching 18' or so, I turned around, folded out my seat, and set down. Just as soon as I was seated and kind of looked out over my surroundings, I immediately saw several big does trotting toward the white oaks I was hunting next to. That was good news, but the bad news was my bow was still laying on the ground! I watched the does feed for a few minutes and wondered what to do. Finally I decided I could either enjoy the evening watching the does eat their fill and hope they might leave long enough to allow me to pull up my bow, or...attempt to pull up my bow while they were feeding. Well I probably should have waited, but I was much younger and not nearly as wise then as I am now...
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...so I decided to attempt to pull up my bow. Thus was the beginning of what has ended up to be one of my favorite hunting memories!
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I slowly started taking up the slack on the string, and even was getting away with the bow slowly dragging into a vertical position. The does were so intent on gorging themselves on sweet white oak acorns that they didn't seem to notice. But just as soon as my Bighorn cleared the ground and commenced to spin on the end of my twisted string, that tended to really get their attention! It was all eyes and ears alert, and I'm sure they had never seen anything quite like that before. Well I hurriedly eased the bow back down the inch or so needed to get it back to mother earth and stop that SPINNING! It took a few minutes for those does to settle back down, and I'm sure if not for those tastey acorns they would have normally been in the next county by now!
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As I've already mentioned, I was much younger and not nearly as wise as now... so I decided to go for broke and try and get that bow in my hands so I could do what I came there for! As before, as soon as the bow cleared the ground it started spinning again and those does went back on defcon 2 alert!
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This time I continued slowly pulling the bow up, and my anticipation could not overcome the humor at the sight of those alert does eyes and upward turning heads following my Bighorn on its journey. I couldn't help but smile, and barely suppressed laughing at the sight of those does immitating a rocket about to launch off the pad. My bow was still a foot or so from my grasp when the does realised what was behind the strange force causing that ugly stick on the end of a vine to rise to the heavens!
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I was entertained by a chorus of does snorting and hoofs kicking up dirt and acorns as they left with their new found lesson learned and tucked away in their memory banks. After that day I had several hunters comment to me about how the deer in Clarksville Base seemed to aways be looking up in the trees...
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