Looking forward to Deer Season

Just because Derby City’s main focus is on turkey calls doesn’t mean we are only turkey hunters.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to chase those longbeards.  Turkey hunting is a passion of mine.  However, deer hunting is not far behind it.  I am looking forward to the cool, crisp autumn air.  There is nothing that makes a hunter feel more alive as when that first cool day arrives.  I can almost smell the sweet aroma of fall.

Living in the suburbs of Louisville, most people would think that wildlife does not exist here.  Serious hunters know that suburbs can hold some great whitetail deer.  I have several whitetail that visit my backyard every day.  As October wains and November appears on the calendar, I normally have some very good bucks come by looking for does.  These bucks can live to maturity.  Most are not pressured and have ample food throughout the year.  As long as they are not hit by automobiles, they grow up to be trophy animals.

I have not hunted them much since I have lived in my house, but that is about to change.  The number of deer in our subdivision has steadily grown over the past 4 years.  I have had as many as 18 deer in the yard at one time.  If time allows, I will be after some of these deer this year.  Good luck and don’t overlook the suburbs.

Here are some pictures from last year.  One is a picture of a small button buck who frequently visited the feeder throughout the day. 

It is not always bad being in a Rut

I have not been sleeping much here lately.  I get these uncontrollable urges to roam around at all hours of the day and night.  My wife, kids, and neighbors are really getting nervous.  I don’t understand why I am freaking them out so much.  I think I am acting perfectly normal.  I mean, what is wrong with-

*marking my property with surveyor’s tape every 3 feet.  (I tried rubbing some trees in my yard and lost most of my hair.  I still have scabs all over the top of my head.  Surveying tape is cheaper than ER visits.)

*urinating in the travel corridors of my neighbor’s house and mine.  (OK, bad idea.  The police did not like that much either.)

*running up and down the aisles of the local Wal-Mart and Kroger, sniffing the air each time a woman walks by.  (I’m sure the Alpha Doe at home will not like reading this one.)

*snort-wheezing at my neighbor for talking to my wife.  (He had better stay in his own yard, if he knows what is best for him.)

Besides the swelling in my neck, I think I am as normal as any other territorial, testosterone-laced, mature buck.  There is just something about late October-Early November that does this to me each year.  I think that everyone else….  HEY!  YOU BETTER GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF MY YARD RIGHT NOW!  GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE!  YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH ME LITTLE BOY?

The Whitetail Rut is finally upon us.  For everyone who is a fanatic about hunting whitetail deer, you will relate to this blog very well.  For everyone else, I’m really not crazy.  If I was really acting this way, I am sure they would write about me in a Psychiatric Journal somewhere.  Good luck and safe hunting this year.  We hope to have a link for you to post pictures of your successful hunts this year.  Stay tuned for more updates on this.  Check out our website and our line of Turkey Calls and Strikers.