There are many methods of deer hunting that are considered normal, or standard: standing, still-hunting, stalking and driving.
But did you ever hear of the method called, “texting”?
Yes, it’s one of the newer methods that was bound to make the hunting scene, given all the advances in technology these days.
I have a friend who is convinced that if it were not for texting, he probably would not have harvested a deer this season.
Here is his story:
“It was the first time I had hunted from the tree stand blind that I had set up two months earlier on Oct 16 (my 48th birthday). My family had come along to help me set up blinds as their birthday gift to me this year.
From the outset it seemed as though things were not going to go well.
I got into my blind early enough on opening day, but made a number of errors to telegraph my location to the deer.
After climbing into the blind, I forgot where I had attached the rope that my rifle was hanging from so I had to shine my flash light around to find it.
Then I tried to screw a hanging bracket into the tree next to me, but I fumbled it and dropped it on the ground.
By the time I finally got settled I was sweating pretty good.
Then I noticed that someone else in the area was making a lot of noise. I decided that it must either be a farmer harvesting crops or else the road crews were out laying gravel. It was pretty loud down the road about a mile or so south of my stand location.
Just before shooting light a group of deer came in behind me making a lot of noise walking in the leaves.
While trying to put my glasses away (I don't shoot with them on) I accidentally clinked them on buttons of my wool bibs.
I don't know if the deer heard it or not, but they stopped and then moved off to the north, staying well back in the woods behind me.
I was certain I had blown that one.
None of our party saw even a single deer on opening day.
Day two seemed to begin the same way, but without all the mishaps.
Around 8:00 a.m. I was getting pretty uncomfortable – maybe ‘restless’ is a better word - and decided to text my son, Josh, about our lack of success so far.
I laid my rifle, a Remington 600 chambered in .284 Win. across my lap, placed my gloves on top of it, got out my phone and started texting.
I had sent one text message when I heard something walking behind me; it sounded very close.
Hurriedly putting my phone away, I stashed the gloves under my rifle.
Now the deer – a nice buck - was right beside my stand about 6 yards away walking at a pretty decent clip.
His antlers seemed huge. I guessed the tines to be at least 6-8 inches long.
By the time I had my rifle up and on him he had walked another 15 yards.
He moved though the first of two shooting lanes before I was ready to do anything.
As he entered the second shooting lane I discovered that there were some small pine branches in my field of view – no shot there.
I kept the cross hairs on his chest cavity as he quartered away from me. The sight picture looked pretty good, and in three more steps he would be gone.
I took the shot.
He immediately went down and then hopped back up and ran into the woods, continuing in the same direction he had been going.
While waiting for things to settle down (especially me), I texted a few people saying I had just shot a big buck.
After talking with my brother on the radio we decided to wait half an hour before meeting to look for first blood.
When he came over I was waiting for him at the base of my stand. We found first blood, but I wasn't convinced about how good the hit was; it had all happened so quickly.
He also told me that he had heard something walking in the woods after the shot, so we decided to go back to the house to change out of our wool hunting clothes and have a cup of coffee or two to give the deer more time to expire.
When we got back we were able to pick up the trail and follow it at a fast pace as the sign was now much easier to see.
The deer had only traveled about 40 yards before expiring.
The 140 grain PowerPoint bullet had taken out the bottom of the heart and at least one lung, and also broke the buck’s opposite knee when it exited.
There was some ground shrinkage, but it was the still biggest buck I had ever taken.
Its 8-point rack had a 15 inch spread with 4 to 5 inch tines.
I am convinced that texting actually helped me get that deer as it caused me to remain facing forward until the animal had walked past my stand.
If I had the rifle in my hands I might have tried to turn to see the deer while he was walking in my direction and gotten busted.
Hence, he is the deer I got by texting.”