This year me and Ron McD hunted some public land right outside New Albany. It,s a beautiful place of about 2000 acres. Typical Knobstone escarpment geology. That means big steep hills and deep dark hollows. The main valley there has what they call a perenial stream that was mostly dry this year.
We discovered early on that a true Trophy deer was running that area. A real monster. Probably unkillable for the most part.
It was a huge mature doe. Ron said that she weighs at least 200lbs. I called her Horsehead. This deer, who led a group of four others, busted us almost every time we hunted there. I think she caught me probably 4 or 5 times. Ron even more
This deer would, at the first sign of danger would turn and bolt. No foot stompin and head bobbin, one snort and white flags
She caught me one time wearin my gilly suit and sitting dead still. One look and gone. The wind only had to shift once earlier in the morning and two hours later she would come along and pick you off.
The last time I saw her she busted me from 60 or more yards away. The wind was perfect and the rising sun on my back One blow and flags a flyin. She crossed a powerline 150 yds away and I saw it was her and her crew.
I hid that day where me and Ron were to meet up. I was burried in good and saw him cross the creek. A minute later he spotted me. It was my dang glasses giving me away. That's when I came up with this.
The next time I hunted there I got ****y and set up about 15yds from the last waterhole in that stream. No deer that day but I saw everything else. Birds were all around me. A coon ceme in and got so close I got nervous and moved so it wold run off. The dang thing stared at me for five minutes and walked away. A while later a groundhog came down the hill behind me. I waited till he went behind a tree and turned around to shoot. He was already around and caught me moving. He stared at me for ten minutes at 10 yards and finally walked away. I had a grey sq. three feet away and he was staring at my bow in my hand but never looked at me.
Next weekend was gun season and we hardly saw another deer
That picture, taken in my kitchen don't do justice. From ten feet away I look like a ghost I can see really well thru the net. Burnt cork on my face. Camo bug wig. The only thing is I havent shot with that stuff on. Guess how I'll be shootin 3-D later next summer
No explanation or apology neccessary Dennis, I think i'm speaking for everyone when I say we are all proud of you for taking the responsibility of hiding you're face. It took a real man to face the facts, and do the right thing, kudos to you good man !
Hey Randy be sure to read about the Fern Creek sportsman club shoot on here April 9th 2011 And post or tell KTBA about it !! !! Am thinking of putting a little likeness of Dennis on top of the Trophys !! !!
-- Edited by hillbillyking on Wednesday 1st of December 2010 06:03:56 PM
-- Edited by hillbillyking on Wednesday 1st of December 2010 06:05:36 PM
One blow and flags a flyin. She crossed a powerline 150 yds away and I saw it was her and her crew.
I can see really well thru the net. Burnt cork on my face. Camo bug wig. The only thing is I havent shot with that stuff on. Guess how I'll be shootin 3-D later next summer
It took a real man to face the facts, and do the right thing, kudos to you good man ! 
