So now that I'm in Montana I have to hunt. If you live here you either hunt or ski, if not both. I've yet to learn to ski, but I know the basics of hunting anyhow. So last week I went out and purchased my Conservation License and my Deer Class A License. This would allow me to shoot an Antlered Mule Deer, or either sex White Tail Deer.
Well Bill (my father-in-law) and I went out Thursday, November 16th, 2006 to go hunt. We went out to a ranch that is BLM or Block Management land. Basically it's private property that's registered for public hunting. We saw lots of deer, however they were all on private posted property, so we could not shoot them. Today however was a different story.
Bill is friends with a gentleman who owns the Climbing Arrow Ranch, which is situated right along the Madison River in Montana. The land is all posted No Hunting, but when you have permission from the land owner that changes. Apparently Bill and Phyllis have hunted there many times over the years. So the three of us got up at 4am this morning to head out there. It was a cool 19 degrees when we arrived, so we layered appropriately.
After dropping Phyllis off at "the tree" Bill took me out to the old "Bath House" in another field. Apparently there is or was a natural spring there of some sort. It had been fenced in and then turned into a giant concrete pool type enclosure. Well it hasn't been used in years and is falling apart. However what is left of the rotting fencing that surrounds it makes for amazing concealment. Since in Montana you can only shoot 30 minutes before sunrise I was a bit early. Sunrise was officially 7:36am. I took my position at 6:45am.
So I found a spot to sit down in the overgrown weeds and watched toward the east (away from the river). No sooner than I had sat down I noticed a small black spot bouncing along about 300 yards to my east. I watched quietly know that I still couldn't shoot anything for another 20 minutes. Sure enough as the next 5 minutes passed it moved closer and closer, until a decent little White Tail buck came within 50 yards of me and passed by the Bath House. Now normally one might have tried to follow him until it was legal to shoot. However, Bill tells me that Doe are better eating, plus the land owner prefers to leave the antlered deer for his paying hunters. We were hunting for free... so I let it go. Though it was tempting.
The sun was just barely showing its rays over the mountains to the east. I was wondering if that buck was alone or not, when I spotted two more spots bouncing along. By 6:55am I was watching at least 10 deer slowly move along in my general direction. They nibbled grass, moved a few yards, nibbled more, and were entirely oblivious to my presence behind the Bath House's rotting enclosure. I patiently watched their slow movement, checking my watch for the time every two minutes or so. I sat crouched, my toes cramping. I shifted to my feet, they heard and saw nothing. By 7am I was aiming at them through my scope, trying to pick out my intended target. They were still about 200 yards out and the sun wasn't giving the clearest picture just yet.
Five more minutes go by, I'm crouching again, waiting patiently. My breathing is heavier as I anticipate their direction of movement bringing them within 100 yards of my position. There are probably 20 of them, spread out into groups of 2 to 3 anywhere from 150 to 250 yards away. Which one? Which Doe is the biggest? Which is the closest and easiest target? By 7:10am I was plenty legal to shoot. I waited patiently, I couldn't believe I hadn't exploded and starting fire rounds at them all yet. But I waited, I found a good size White Tail Doe and trained my 4 power scope just behind its front shoulder. Then it happened.
That buck that bounced passed me minutes before came running into my scope's view from no where. He bounded in a circle around the two Doe that were closest. It was obvious he was trying to get them to chase or follow him down to the river about 400 yards west of my position. The two Doe jumped and ran about 20 yards, then stopped. My footing and position had to change, I couldn't shoot at their new location from my angle in relation to the fence line. I had to move my feet and turn. They heard the dirt and rocks under my boots, froze and looked my direction. I knew I had to take my shot now before the buck go the whole herd moving, and now before they made out my human form among the fence line.
The adrenaline was pumping, my legs shook as I tried to firm up my footing. My breathing was difficult to keep slow and deep. I trained the cross hairs in my scope on that Doe again, and then there was a bang that echoed throughout the valley. The whole herd ran immediately, and then simultaneously every one of them stopped, most only running about 20 yards or so. It was obvious they had no idea where the shot came from as they all looked around. But my Doe ran too, surprised I quickly pulled back the bolt on the rifle and chambered another round. My doe was the only one not looking for the shooter. She stood still as if sick, her head lowered, front legs partly bent. After about 30 seconds he legs folded up and she fell to the ground.
I waited, not sure how far away Phyllis was. The whole herd was still, watching. I waited, my scope trained at the grass where my deer went down. Watching to be sure she was truly down for good. As if my shot had been the opening bell, I heard 2 or 3 other shots throughout the valley area, echoing off the hills. It was as if all the hunters had been stalking their prey, waiting for someone else to officially open hunting season for the day.
I walked out to find my kill, round chambered and gun in hand just in case she still had some fight in her. As I walked up I could see her stark white belly. Her coat was a perfect tan color, except for that bit of blood that spit out of her wound when I'd shot her. She lay still, her chest unmoving. Excited I pulled out my cell phone and was very surprised to see that it had a perfect signal. I called Bill who was still in the Suburban, sitting on higher ground watching Phyllis and I through binoculars. He brought the truck down and made very short work of cleaning the deer. Since I had never done it he showed me how it was done, though pretty quickly.
We loaded my deer, and headed out Phyllis' way. We would now head out on foot to drive another herd of deer toward her position. We drove to higher ground, spotted her location, and then headed down ranch roads to get behind the deer. By now we noticed her wandering around the field in plain view of the entire herd of deer. Bill grabbed his binoculars and noticed she was waving at us. It turns out she had just shot her own doe and wandered out into the 3 foot grass to find where it fell dead. What a shot too. Her deer was facing almost straight towards her, her shot landing right into its neck. She said it leaped into the air and fell straight dead to the ground. We were guessing the bullet hit the spinal cord and killed it instantly.
It was quite fun really, its to bad you can only shoot one per year. Our next task however should be another learning experience. After spending 30 minutes calling every big game processor within 50 miles we finally found someone who could take in our deer. That saved us from having to butcher them ourselves. The guy was nice enough to skin them for us immediately though, and we kept the skins from both. Bill and I have salted them and plan to attempt to tan them ourselves. We've got plans for the tanned hides, but that's for a future entry. Lets just say we hope to make use of the whole animal, perhaps its skin can keep our feet warm some day....




