Friday the 13th Buck
There was a misty rain with the wind blowing from the Northwest. It was a melancholy afternoon on Friday the 13th in October of 2006. It was supposed to be a dreary "bad luck" day.
I abandoned my normal daily tree stand vigil. This was a perfect day to sneak though a cornfield where I knew a nice deer was making his home. With a light wind and the slight breeze I could be ultra quiet in the big buck bedding area.
I put on some fleece Predator camouflage along with some lightweight waterproof boots (I always wear rubber) and headed for the notorious corn patch. This is a large rolling field with a couple of swales within. A road borders it with woods on one side and other crop fields in the surrounding area. There is also a thick double fencerow, which was a farm lane many years ago.
By the time I got to where I wanted to start, I was a bit wet. My legs were wetter than the rest of me. Although, I had my hood up and the rain was dripping from the bill of my hat as well. Just before I stepped into the corn I remember thinking, "What am I doing out here? I'm getting soaked on Friday the 13th. All I'm going to get is cold and wet." Nonetheless I continued on. I knew we couldn't put venison in the freezer while sitting on the couch.
My method of sneaking through a cornfield is one row at a time. I start at the end of the field opposite the wind direction. I prefer a good crosswind. I hold my bow at my side, stick my head in the row, look both ways and move forward. This is much easier with a gun, but you can use a bow as well. Some people like to do this in groups, but I prefer to go at it alone. A minimal breeze and a slight rain can make it extremely quiet. It's probably the reason why I like it so much.
After stepping through several rows, I continued to get colder and wetter. However, I continued to persevere. I quietly stepped into a cornrow and slowly moved my head into the next row and looked to the left. I saw the body of a large deer and slowly inched forward. I started to look into the next row and saw a heavy beam. I knew this was a buck I was after that I had seen on 2 previous occasions.
I slowly and quietly drew my Alpine bow and hit him through both lungs with an Easton Axis arrow tipped with a 100 grain Vortex broad head. The buck immediately exploded and ran through the corn. Since it was raining I took up the blood trail immediately. The buck ran approximately 70 yards before expiring.
Ironically, the buck sported 13 points. I guess Friday the 13th isn't so unlucky after all. The buck weighed 241 pounds field dressed and had 49 inches of mass on his main beams. Although, he only has a 15-½ inch inside spread, he still tallies up at 162 1/8 non-typical. I truly think it was worth getting cold and wet, while putting up with the nasty weather.