Some of you may remember a series of posts that I made showing a nice buck that I was lucky enough to trap on a homebrew camera. This past December I had this buck at 16 yards but had no shot in the heavy brushed creek bottom where he spent most of his life. I never saw him again after that day. I figured he just relocated like he did the previous year.
Well Tuesday of this week while turkey hunting I cut up thru a woodlot to check for mushrooms on the way back to the truck. As I moved up over a little rise in the timber I saw the white rack shining in the sunlight. He looked to be dead a long time. No hair or meat was left. Just the a pile of bones!
The tough part for me is not knowing how he died.
These homebrew cameras have a funny way of connecting us to the animal. Stirs our imagination about where they go, where they hide and what are they doing at certain times of the day. This buck gave me hundreds of images that are priceless to me. One night he stood for 35 flash photos at 7 yards and never got nervous. Finally he simply walked away.
I remember thinking as I checked my camera that this buck has no idea that he is being watched. Maybe I have a chance at taking him with my recurve this season. Well it didn't happen and that's ok.
I'm sure there were times when he was watching me too!