After a night of hosting a large poker party at my house (thanks fishin magician for playing) , I decided to head out today and do some blacktail hunting. My wife was suppose to go, but she had an even later night than me and decided to sleep in. My initial plan was to hunt an area of second growth with a mixture of clearcuts, so I grabbed my .270 and headed out. When I arrived at the road I planed to walk, there were three rigs already there. I did not want to walk in behind other hunters so I decided to go to plan B.
Drove to a different area, located within the Nestucca drainage. My hunting group has had great success in this particular area, but it has grown up and gotten thick, making it difficult to hunt. Over the years, we have taken six bucks in this ¾ square mile area.
At the crack of 8:00, I headed in on a skid road, under the assumption that I would work my way though the thick stuff until I got to the area that was thinned in the past. I proceeded to take my time, walking a few steps and waiting a minute or two before proceeding. I stopped at one area for an extra long time and then moved about 30 feet. Just as I stopped the second time (about 8:40), I heard a crash of brush to my left, about 30 feet behind me (about where I stopped the last time).
I was thinking that the deer had made me and was bounding off down the hill. I wheeled around, trying to get a bearing on where the crashing animal was heading. As I prepped my rifle, I saw that the deer (it was buck) was heading right at me on a dead run. Mind you, this was all happening rather quickly. My mind was thinking “why didn’t I grab my .35 Remington with the open sights?” As mentioned I had my .270 with a 2.5 to 10 power on it.
I found the buck (doing mach 60) in the scope and squeezed off a round. I hit him on his left side angling towards me, I knew he was hit, but I also new I hit him back farther than I wanted. I chambered another round as the buck now when up the hill to my right, dead away from me, just as he hit the really thick stuff (30 yards) he quartered to the left, I squeezed off a second that hit him on the left side (again) this time quartering away, he went down like a brick.
After it was all said and done, I paced off the distance, the first shot came at under 30 feet and the second was 25 yards. The first bullet (which I recovered) entered at the second rib and lodged in the rear hip bone (cut a path in the bone). The second went in behind the ribs and exited near the front right.
I got lucky, had this buck gone any other direction I would not of had a chance. In addition, I got lucky in finding him in the scope at the close range. But in the end it all worked out. He is a 4x4 with a very large body. It weighed over 110 at the butcher and had lots of fat.
Trask River Unit Blacktail Success (with Pics)
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