Special Places

me and my Gwinnett county buck
This buck was taken in one of my special places.

Do you have some  special places that you like to go deer hunting for big bucks? That place where every time you go you feel confident you just might see one of those big bucks. That place that’s so beautiful and serene that when you’re there the stress of your everyday life just goes away. I have had several places like this during my many years of deer hunting. I’d like to tell you about one of my special places.

Special Places Deer Hunting

The full moon was shining brightly as I made my way up the firebreak between the planted pines and the big hardwood ridge. It was a cold November morning and the rut was at its peak. The smell of pines and earth along with the cold morning air was invigorating. I was finally at my special place. I had been working a lot lately and hadn’t had many chances to go deer hunting. But now that I was there I was pumped. The conditions were perfect and I was in that place. As I got closer to the tree I was going to hunt in, I heard something run down the ridge in front of me. I stopped and listened as it ran off. Was it one of the big bucks? I slowly made my way to the crest of the ridge and turned left and eased up to my tree. I quietly put my portable on and made my way up. Once I was settled in I felt excited. I patiently waited as the rays of sun made their way through the hardwoods. The view of the creek at the bottom of the ridge was beautiful. I listened as the birds sang their songs and the squirrels chased each other around the hardwood ridge. Then I decided to take out my rattle bag and grunt call. I grunted a few times then made the sound of antlers tickling together lightly. Then I crashed the rattle bag as hard as I could and made one heck of a fight up in that pine tree. I grunted a few more times then got my gun ready and waited. About five minutes later I saw a glimpse of a deer coming towards me. It was a nice buck. This was his territory and he was ready to defend it. He wasn’t going to allow another buck in his backyard. He came right to the tree I was in. I slowly raised my rifle and a well placed shot dropped him in his tracks!
Hunts like this only happen every once in a while. I took the time to savor the moment and thanked the Lord for such a special place to hunt and such a magnificent animal.


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