Close, but no buck - yet.
I received a phone call from my buddy, Jim Pfaff, at about 10 a.m. Tuesday, asking if I wanted to walk back into the sticks with him and pull down his portable tree stand. I had a couple of hours to spare, so I agreed. I thought about bringing my 5-year-old son along and about going without a weapon, then thought again.
This stand was placed in the heart of buck country, and it should have been ripe with the gun hunters pushing the deer around since opening day.
We hadn't checked the stand since last fall, so I guess it needed to be checked, at the very least to see if it was still there. I know this piece of land quite well, and I figured that, since he was going to head back there, maybe I should come in from a different direction and post.
I was pretty confident because of the wind and the timing of the rut. As I was sitting on the ground, waiting for a big bruiser to come cruising through, my confidence diminished as Jim should have been to the stand by this point.
I picked up, headed up the hill and worked my way through some fallen trees. As I crested the hill, I heard some crashing. I wasn't sure if it was Jim or a deer. As I kept walking, I figured it couldn't have been Jim because of the distance gap. I whistled lightly and got no response and whistled again with no response before finally getting a return whistle.
I worked my way down the side hill and heard the tree stand fall to the ground. I got to Jim and asked him what went on. Yep, you guessed it. I should have been the one pulling down the stand - I jumped a big buck and four does and they ran right past Jim. Just what I needed - something like that to get in my blood so I can have another reason to not stay focused on the other things in life - family, work and my honey-do list.
I'm thinking I should hunt in the morning. What do you think?
Brainerd Dispatch ©2013. All Rights Reserved.