The Lost 40 Buck
I was late to camp because of Sarahs Birthday. I had decided (for once) to take Pauls' advice. He said "to kill a deer, you are going to have to do something different" Damn! How right he was.
I had decided to go up the lake again like I did when I killed the big buck last year. I would take my climber with me and hunt the stand in the morning and if I had no luck, I would head to the Lost 40. Burney got the boat ready for me. Thank you. I left way before daylight, trolled up the lake and hunted. I saw 13 that morning and several small bucks. I wanted to hunt there again that afternoon but had promised myself that no matter what, I would go to the Lost 40. I went up the lake, loaded the stand and started the walk. I reached the mountain I had to climb and staggered up it and set up. No one had ever hunted this Lost 40 acres in the rear of our property. Pretty open woods, lots of buck sign around me and renewed hope I had done the right thing. At 5PM the buck showed up and trotted to within 20 yards. The .45/70 roared (bloodying my nose) and I finally got a nice buck. I won't hesitate next year to get to that spot again.