Well I had Friday off and the plan was to go down to the beach and prep friday and to go fish Saturday. El captino called me up wednesday afternoon and said something had come up and we couldn't go out. So I decided to go down to the hunting club instead. I heard from last weekend that they were runnin dogs friday and saturday this weekend. I drive down and get there just in time to still hunt thurdsday afternoon. I saw one little doe that might have weighed 75 pounds after all the soy beans she ate. Friday morning rolls around, get up, they are already cooking some deer sausage eggs and biscuits.
So I fill my stomach and gather around to get assigned where to go before they turn out the dogs. It is now 7:30 and I climb up a ladder stand at my assigned location. The dog men call out "Is everybody ready". Then they drop the dogs. The jump immediately and start running on a buck. The deer goes straight for the creek and heads north with the wind in his nose. He gets by three people, not one even shooting at the deer. Now I start to hear the dogs. The get closer, and closer. Then the deer split from the creek and heads straight towards me. I can now make out the individual sounds on the different dogs' barks. I hear a squealy mouth dogs is leading the pack.
CRUNCH, CRUNCH, TING TA TING. THERE HE IS, THE BUCK. RUNNING STRAIGHT FOR ME. 80 YARDS AND STILL RUNNING TOWARDS ME, WITH HIS HEAD DOWN. COME ON NOW PICK UP YOUR HEAD. 60 YARDS, COME ON AND PICK UP THAT HEAD. 40 YARDS, THERE IT IS, HE PICKS HIS HAD UP AND GIVES ME A GOOD SHOT RIGHT INTO HIS CHEST AND NECK. BOOM, I SHOOT. THE TURNS AND RUNS PERPENDICULAR TO ME. HE RUNS 5 YARDS, BOOM I SHOOT AGAIN AND HE DROP AND SKIDS ACROSS THE WET LEAVES. I JUMP DOWN THE STAND AND WALK OVER. A DECENT LITTLE BUCK, A 7 POINT 16 INCHES WIDE, NOT A BAD FIRST BUCK OF THE SEASON. I look at my phone, 8:52. The dogs now are run up to me and a catch and many and I can. The first dog was the squealy mouth one. It had no number, so I ask John (one of the dog men) It turns out that he is a RFD. Reject Fox Dog. Running the deer way in front on the other dogs. John had converted her the sunday before.
The day goes and a 8 point, a spike, and a doe is killed following my deer.
Saturday was a dud. We had to many dogs and not enough people. As one dog man ended up bringing and extra 27 dogs for saturdays hunt. 43 dogs and 13 people for a 2500 acre block is just too many dogs, IMHO. Only a 9 point and a doe killed that day.
Here is a picture of my 7 point taken from my phone. I got some better pictures taken from a good camera and will upload them as soon as they are emailed to me.



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hopefully this weekend.