My rutcation is an hour or so away from being done. What a bust. Very little deer movement period let alone rut activity. Saw some deer and had a few young bucks acting frisky but all in all a truly disappointing first week in November. I’ve gotten reports from Mexico to Tennessee to other places in ky that it’s been dead too. Something was off this last few days.
Misery loves company and I'm in the boat with ya.
Got my ass kicked and it wasn't for the lack of effort.
Between the 74 degree temps, hoards of pheasant hunters around every turn, cattle still out in most pastures, and locals partying it up at the parking spots it was ruff
But the cherry on top, a first and I hope a last was something I would of never predicted.
I bedded a true tank of a whitey with 3 does and a smaller buck. Guessing 150, 5x5. Spend all morning coyoteing the thing. Around noon I finally get him holed up in a system of 3 small draws. Check the first, not home. At this point there was zero wind. So to play it safe decided to wait him out at the bottom and try to get him at the creek crossing. Around 4pm I hear a plane coming and the dang thing flys right over head. Thought that was strange. It proceeds to turn around and fly over the land again this time even lower, scaring a small mullie off I had been watching. After 3 more passes I'm getting pissed, thinking what the heck is this guy doing. Well on the next pass I find out. The dude starts spraying the pasture thistles. This goes on for an hr. With no better options I decide to hunker down and wait, getting sprayed on in the process. Close to sundown the plane finally leaves. 10 min later hear something and out walks the small buck, gets to 25 and crosses the creek, perfect. maybe a 115 4x5. Was tempted, but could not pull the trigger knowing who he was with. Short while later hear something and out pops the three does, they cross at the same spot and I'm thinking this is golden. Bow in hand I wait, and wait, and the sun disappears and so did my dreams without an appearance from the monarch.
Did the plane spoke him, or did he just go a different way crusing. Who knows. But that one stung a bit.