to say these texas whitetails are "wired" is an understatement - they're plumb spooky, and anything can happen, as gregg just related with his 180 degree "flip flop" deer.
after my session at the road tripod the day before, the next morning david put me up a tree and over a feeder. it buzzed off at 7am and within minutes a good sized doe materialized out of the bush, danced around the far outer edges of my shootin' hole but never came closer than 30 yards. she seemed big time nervous and wary and when a pair of 4pts showed up she lit out.
these spindle rack bucks also stayed outside of the feeder, too far away for my shooting comfort zone. they milled around, didn't really feed much, and then HE showed up ... a Beauty of an 8pt ... with a dark 'n' thick regal rack.
this bad boy swung to the left of the feeder and grazed the corn but he was covered by the hanging foliage of my tree stand. he inched closer. his head was in full view. the heart races as i apply pressure to the bowstring. i see his shoulder, his head goes down to feed, i come to full draw, my eyes still reveling in that big dark rack, waiting for his next step and for me to see The Spot, and then ..............
... the dang coyotes started singing their fool heads off in the woods off to the left ... in one smooth motion the 3 bucks picked up their heads, ears and tails stood up tall, swirled around and high tailed it to the next county,
buck-darn-it. my biggest heartbreak of the hunt. oh well.