When I’ve left home the past two or three years for deer
camp, I’ve received the standard hug and kiss from my wife, followed by a
demand: “Bring me back some antlers.”
When I return, the first questions aren’t about how it went or if I had
fun.
Nope – just an expectant,
hopeful look, which I crush with my story of having fun, but no deer, blah blah
blah.
Last year, I considered asking someone else for antlers from
their deer. Or buying some. And I may have done it, had a buddy of
mine a couple of months ago not seen two bucks in the big, marshy area that
abuts our yard. “Look at that
rack!” he said. I didn’t realize right
away what he was referring to, but when I looked where he was looking, it
became clear. About 20 yards
beyond our property was a big-racked buck, and a smaller one following
him. Later on, I shared the story
with my neighbor and he said he, too, has seen a nice buck down there. So the old boy must live in the marsh
and patchy woods that back up to our yard.
The thing is, this is in Bloomington, and so I’ll never be
able to shoot him with a bullet or an arrow. My best hope is to find his antlers on the ground. I believe mice and other critters will
be my primary competition. While I
see people back there from time to time, they all seem to be just out for a
hike, not looking for bones in the snow.
When I set out on a recent Saturday, it was my first time
hunting for sheds. I’ve read a
bunch of articles about shed hunting, and have hunted deer long enough to have
an idea of how they behave, so I’m relatively optimistic I’ll be able to find
something. Plus, I’ve seen deer in
the area a number of times, and with fresh snow, it’s impossible to miss all
the deer sign.
The big marsh is east of our house, and I cut a bunch of
deer tracks as I walked toward it.
I followed some, but stopped when the marsh grass got too dense.
There may be sheds in there, but I
won’t find them.
So I made a
quarter turn and headed south, following the edge where the woods meets the
marsh.
Several times I followed a
trail into the woods, but more out of curiosity about how they move through the
area rather than belief I’d find antlers.
Finally, I walked out to the edge and headed south again, to
the spot 150 yards in front of me.
This is a south-facing slope that flattens and then meets the
marsh. I figured this would be
were deer spend a lot of their winter, soaking up the sunlight while staying in
the protection of the woods. And I
was right. Tracks crisscrossed the
area, and there were at least four recently used beds. I spent a few minutes
looking through the area, focusing primarily on the patches of heaviest cover
where I could envision an antler getting caught and falling off.
That first hunt didn’t produce any antlers, which I
expected.
The snow was nearly up
to my knees, and it would take a fair amount of luck to happen on an antler
sticking out of the snow.
But now
I know where to focus, and once the snow melts a bit, the search will continue.
And maybe one day I’ll come home
and be able to say, “Look at this rack!”
