I have been searching for antlered deer for about two weeks now. This is not counting the time spent scouting my hunting area before season. So far I have seen none, nada, no horns on the few slick heads I have run across by accident.
There seems to be a pattern emerging again this year; one in which I will probably blunder into a harvestable buck only when it wants me to.
Likely it will probably be on a cold winter morning as I walk slowly through the woods along the meandering trails made by the deer as they move from feeding areas to bedding areas.
A tattle-tale bird, a woodpecker, may alert me of an approaching deer by singing its warning squawk higher up the ridge.
As I hunker down on a fallen log awaiting the arrival of the deer traveling through the thickets, I am reminded of a past hunt in which I failed to heed the birds notice to be on the alert.
During that hunt I continued to walk slowly along a well used trail. I thought I was hunting cautiously and carefully only to be busted by a monster buck.
He glared at me from beneath a fir tree. He snort-wheezed, stomped his hoof when he was about twenty yards away, and scared me silly. His rack was broad, and his tines were high as he showed me his white tail when he bounded away.
I had no chance to even consider a shot at this bruiser.
Since that fateful hunt I always pay attention to the “tattle-tale birds” as they rat on the deer movement through the mountains. If they are far away you can sometimes determine the direction of the deer’s movement, and set up an ambush site along their route. I have done this on occasion.
For some reason it usually is a buck approaching that cause these birds to sound the alarm to all within hearing.
Next time you hunt pay attention to the tattle-tale birds. You may be rewarded with the sighting of a majestic animal.