This week's edition of "Traplines on Cypress Creek" discusses some seasonal visits to the area, as well as discusses the author's most recent successful hunt.
In case you haven’t already heard this a dozen times today, you only have 24 more shopping days until Christmas. Now isn’t that a great way to brighten your day?
Our first shotgun season is finally over and all I’ve heard is still mixed reviews on what was happening. Many of those who took quality bucks assured me that the rut was full blown, while many (including myself) just never saw it materialize. Like a few other things in life, I guess you just had to be there.
I’ve had several calls over the last week about eagle and hawk sightings. One in particular out of Seaford was an individual reporting that a whitetail doe killed on the road was being feasted on by four bald eagles.
Though the fact that four eagles would congregate on a dead deer is a bit unique outside of Alaska, again, this is when sightings are most common in this area. All the raptors — eagles, hawks and owls — tend to migrate to warmer climates where food is a bit more plentiful this time of year. Road kills tend to be a gathering place and, by extension, also the death knell of many of them. Birds trying to alight in medians or sailing across traffic lanes tend to have their own bodies added to the numbers.
I guess I have to crow a bit as my own buzzard finally migrated from circling over me last week. I finally took a trophy whitetail and I almost feel like a kid in a candy story. It’s quite joyous to be able to have my own lies to tell when someone comes into the shop with a big deer. Still to be perfectly honest, the deer I took had its own buzzard working against it.
I was sitting over a cut soybean field and was a bit startled to see a young spike come out well before dark to glean beans out of the ridges of hay. About 10 minutes later I looked up to see a huge deer standing alongside him. I never bothered looking through my binoculars but did have him in the lens of my Leupold shotgun scope. A high shot at a quartering angle took out the off shoulder and the deer went down in a heap. Live weight of the deer was about 185 pounds and the perfect 8-point rack with 18-inch spread green scored about 142 gross.
By the time this paper hits your doorstep, David Henderson of Camden and I will be back from our trophy whitetail hunt in Alberta, Canada. A year ago we found an area outside Fort Vermilion, Alberta (about 450 miles north of Edmonton) that had not been hunted. What concerns me is the outfitter’s insistence that we not shoot anything less than a 160/170-class animal. After my Delaware bruiser, I sure hope he’s right or I’ll have realized that I could have saved a lot of money by staying home.