Another Pitcher Hill buck 2008
I would like to be able to tell you that our club had this ol’ buck all photographed, patterned, predicted, and tagged with a cute name like “Crabby” or “The Craw” and already the stuff of legend around our Pitcher Hill Camp. I would like to tell you that. But no, up to the second day of the deer season, no one had even seen him, unless maybe a couple years back when he was a little cowhorn spike. He had even eluded, obviously, the nighthunting road hunters that regularly patrol our land. Although he had apparently been injured some time the year before, causing that unusual lobster claw antler.
As whitetail bucks go, this one was not a monster, especially for a Tug Hill buck. Certainly not Boone & Crockett class, or even NY Big Buck Club. He weighed about 200 pounds alive, not a real monster in an area where 250 pounders are not uncommon. His typical antler carried 4 long even points with good mass, and he probably would have had a spread of 20 or 22 inches if the right antler had matched. A good wallhanger trophy, especially on The Tug. The other antler, however, grew straight forward, with a lobster claw fork at the end. An unusual trophy.
Our usual hunting style is to post a few of our hunters on known deer trails and escape routes, then have 1 or 2 hunters walk quietly thru an area and try to move the deer. It is best to know the area, and after 50 years or so of hunting these woods, we pretty much know where the deer like to bed and which way they will go. Usually. Obviously our bud Brucie got too close to this buck, and he decided to leave the area.
One of the fun parts of deer hunting is getting together and making a plan, revising and honing that plan, then trying to carry it out successfully. A lot depends on the wind, weather, and the experience of the hunters in your group. The hard part is getting the deer to co-operate. This time it worked to perfection, and the deer exited the Pitcher Swamp headed right to Jim, antlers gleaming proudly in the sunlight. It would be hard to say who was more surprised when they met, but Jim recovered first, and another hunt ended successfully. It is so great when a plan comes together.