Well --been complaining about 100 plus hrs and only seeing one Deer here in Ct. Been primarily hunting a place that's been my- go to- for bout 44 years and this is the last season for it.
Kinda nostalgic hunting there this season recalling places where my sons learned and Deer taken over time. Place changed hands this year and NO to anyone hunting.
The final straw was Tuesday- our last day of rifle- on a fresh snow. Only 3 sets of tracks crossing a corner of the property. Likely jumped out by 4 wheelers coming in close over on the other property. OVER- no more wasting time.
Wed was our first day of black powder- about midday on a fresh show with the sun finally poking out took the long drive across the state to my Uncles small farm. Saw more tracks in the first 100 feet from the truck than I have seen elsewhere all season. Location location ----
Well about 3 hours later had a few below me poking around in a very overgrown swamp- glimpse here and glimpse there. I was sitting on a very high rock out cropping looking down into the swamp. One was a fork and the others were unknown in the thickets.
As they stepped out about 130 yards away in the corner of a field I let one loose with the .50 scoped in line. I generally never shoot that far but am spot on at the range at 100 with the gun and felt OK about it seated using a nice rest. MISS. Kinda knew I had pulled it right over his back.( snow marks proved that later)
Now- I'm 66 and have shot a deer or two but gotta admit after so long without a sighting and those Deer teasing me in the swamp for so long I had a bit of the FEVER- hope it never stops either--lol. Well- I jerked the shot and didn't allow for the very steep downhill angle either, novice stuff at best.
Feeling like an old idiot I stood up behind my big tree and re loaded. When I looked back around it there were several Deer standing there without a care in the world. At the miss the fork had merely looked around and kept eating grass and the others apparently walked out and joined him caring little to nothing about the shot..
I sat back down and waited them out, a bit too open for me to close the distance- better off just waiting.
Much to my surprise the Fork broke off from feeding and came right down the lower trail at the bottom of the steep bank and rocky cliff where I was sitting. Had given one Doe bleat and one short grunt about a half hour earlier while they were way out in the swamp without a response and wonder if he was responding and looking around albeit much later..
This shot didn't miss.
Have shot a few much larger in this state or that and with this weapon or another but this year and a half old Fork is as much a trophy to me as any on them.
Good luck out there hope you are all as satisfied as me this season