Public hearing scheduled for proposal to continue one-buck rule
The Natural Resources Commission will conduct a public hearing May 3 in Plainfield on a proposal to continue the one-buck deer hunting rule.
The one-buck rule currently allows only one antlered deer to be taken during the special youth, archery, firearm, or muzzleloader seasons combined. The rule is set to expire Sept. 1.
Individuals can provide comments at the public hearing at 6 p.m. at the Plainfield Public Library, 1120 Stafford Road, Plainfield.
Comments regarding this proposal can also be submitted online to the NRC at IN.gov/nrc/2377.htm. Click on "Comment on this rule" next to Deer One-Buck Rule Amendment. The deadline for submitting comments is May 3.
Comments can also be mailed to:
Natural Resources Commission Indiana Government Center North 100 N. Senate Ave., Room N501 Indianapolis, IN 46204
All comments sent to the NRC regarding this rule change will be provided to commission members and DNR staff and will be publicly disclosed and searchable on the Internet and in a paper docket as part of the final report.
The NRC is expected to vote on final adoption of the rule change at its meeting on May 15.
For more information call Linnea Petercheff at (317) 233-6527.
I don't hunt horns so the law means nothing to me. Indiana seems to be in this mode of trying to become one of those mega deer states that guys flock to and pay big bucks to hunt. Ain't happening.
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I think it's a good thing cause a bunch of real trophy hunters will pass up the best deer to kill. That being a forky that weighs about 125# and has been eating sweet clover and corn.
The true, real, serious trophy hunters will look down on someone gettin a deer like that. They think that if you pass him up that he may someday be worthy of hangin on their wall.
"Hey Guys! Come look at this dinky deer! Boy, I'd have passed on that one." I couldn't hear their conversation all that well, but I knew it went over poorly with the young fellow who was checking it in at the State Wildlife area. I could see the color in his cheeks and his clouded, narrowed eyes.
I was helping out at the check station, having filled my tag early with a fat, mature doe. I wouldn't hunt them again until the late season when the bucks are trying to breed last year's doe fawns and the woods is empty of this crowd.
As we checked his little deer, he nervously told me his name was Joe. He was from Columbus, and he said he had hunted deer for three years. This was his first one and he was proud of it. I had some time to kill and I could see that he wanted to tell someone about the hunt, so I asked him to fill me in.
He told of the first couple of season's frustrations and close calls and tags that went unfiled. He went into detail about how he had scouted and built a treestand from scrap lumber in the summer after work so it would be nicely aged by deer season. How he had cut shooting lanes just like it said in the magazines. He kind of got caught up in it and began telling me about his father.
His father had been a hunter. A bowhunter. He had been too young to go, but he remembered the sweet venison and how his father had loved hunting them before the war. "Dad would take a bite of his deer steak and say, That's God's own candy!" he said with a smile.
His father hadn't come home.
"Missing in action, presumed dead" was what the letter had said. His mother remarried after a time, but stepdads don't always make time for someone elses' kid. He taught himself to hunt by reading everything he could get his hands on and spending his spare time in the woods. He had to work his muscles into his dad's old Bear recurve, and make his own practice arrows with money earned working weekends and after school. He said he'd had an awful time learning to release, but had practiced daily, rain or shine, until he felt comfortable with his shooting. The other guys were busy with girls and their places in the pecking order, so he was on his own.
He said that as the deer turned broadside and he drew the bow, he could feel his father there with him and I suddenly felt the need to wipe something damp out of my eye and thought of my first deer--shot with a model '97 Winchester--so long ago I can't remember the exact year, and of the fox squirrel that was my first bow kill and the 42 lb. Kodiak special my father had given me.
We passed a few more pleasant moments in conversation before he left. I was impressed with this young man. He could have been out raising hell or on drugs but, despite the odds, he had taught himself to hunt- the hard way- out of love and respect for his missing father.
His "Dinky deer" was a trophy ! Not so much for itself, but for how the purity of it's spirit had mingled with that of a young boy's. How it had helped him through some rough times. How it had helped forge a man from a boy whom circumstance forced to grow up much too soon, and how it showed me that his big heart was indeed, "God's own candy!"
Just that Story brought a tear or more to my Eyes YES every deer or any game wth a traditional bow is a Trophy even to me dont like boneaphobia either !! !!
Tim - My observation is that every state is trying to draw more money in with this tactic
Dennis - To many, I would be considered a trophy hunter, but I don't ever look down at what someone else decides to kill, I fully subscribe "to each his own" for these matters. Hunter in-fighting over weapon choice, game choice, tree stand vs. ground hunt, etc, bothers me greatly.
John - I do love that story (I remember it from the club's story section) and agree with the premise entirely, not sure how it relates to your opinion on continuing the one buck rule though. The jerks will be jerks no matter what rules are set forth.
My main issue with Indiana's deer hunting is that I can't seem to make time to do as much of it as I would like, but that's my problem and there's nothing the state could do to help that, OBR or no OBR.
dan, I posted that because one buck--or no buck doesn't matter. THE OBSESSION with horns is killing hunting. I put on a demonstration for a cub scout troop -CUB scouts-and when we got to the question/answer section, the flint-knapped heads, selfbows, flemish twist strings, moccasins, et al---THEY JUST WANTED TO KNOW THE BIGGEST DEER I'D KILLED. What a dissapointment!
There was no big game hunting on the island of Hispaniola except for some feral hogs when I grew up. There are some deer now, but not much hunting them from what I hear. We hunted mostly birds: ducks, doves, pigeons, etc. Sooo, I never had buck "horns" fever and, after almost 40 years in this country, I still don't. To me a big deer is a big deer: one that has a big body. A small Texas deer with big horns appeals a lot less to me than a fat northern woods doe weighing 200 lbs plus. I guess my age is getting to me.
Jose, birds on Hispanolia sounds like a great time. A Jamaican told me of the fine art of bird hunting. He said the only birds they don't eat are buzzards.
The reason being the Jamaicans have no weapon system to bring down a buzzard. They fly too high
I remember your alls trips to Isla Mona. Thats some fine hunting