While glassing, the two could see most of the escape routes and figured the buck was still in the willows. After Walter and Rene shot at the big buck, the deer bounded into a heavy willow thicket of about 30 acres and didn’t appear to come out. The next day, Tuesday, November 23, was the fateful day that I mentioned at the beginning of this story. The hunters who were out that day hadn’t seen much of anything. I didn’t hunt on Monday either because I had to go to town and run some errands. There is not Sunday hunting in Saskatchewan, so I took a break to catch up on chores on the farm. Outdoor Lifeīy the time Sunday the 21 st rolled around, some of us were happy to take advantage of a day’s rest. “You Got Him, Milo” Hanson and his world-record buck. That day and the next were generally unsuccessful. My friends Rene and John returned from a moose hunt up north and without much convincing joined our hunting group.
Deer drive 2009 full#
He was a very good buck.īut now it was a full five days into the season, and all of the sightings, missed shots, and general anticipation were reaching fever pitch. We knew it wasn’t the giant, and it took all of the restraint I had to let the deer go. They had to go home about midday, and that’s when Walter Meger and I spotted the big buck in the slough. Roy got a shot at and missed a buck that might have been the one we were after, but he wasn’t sure. The next day-November 18-we put on a drive, and my friend Roy Polsfut and his son Albert joined us.
Too many people were out there after him. My hope that I’d get the big buck started to diminish. More hunters were showing up, and it was only a matter of time before somebody got him. By now the tales of the big buck were spreading and becoming more believable because we’d actually seen him during hunting season. He rushed to my farm and once again we found the deer’s track, only to lose it as it mixed in with others. All he saw was the buck’s rack and head a long way off. Walter Meger saw the giant buck again when he was driving to my farmhouse the next morning. His buck would make plenty of good sausage, and he was happy with it. Like Brad, Walter Gamble has a job in town that doesn’t allow him much time to hunt. No one saw the big buck that day, but Walter Gamble, a member of our party, got a four-point buck a little bigger than Brad’s. We followed his trail into a field of standing rye belonging to my hunting buddy Rene, but we lost the deer’s tracks in a maze of other prints. The buck wasn’t a heavy animal and his tracks weren’t very big either. The first six months to a year was terrible, but I had experiences to no end, things I never would have done and places I never would have gone without the buck. At one time, my wife said, “If this doesn’t stop pretty soon, I’ll break that record with a hammer.” But overall, I’m glad it happened… There was a lot of financial benefit for us. We had to put in an answering machine just so we could control some of these calls. He could never phone home our phone was always tied up. My son was working on the rigs at that time and he didn’t know what had happened. We didn’t have an answering machine then. Why would these people want it, anyway? They didn’t shoot it.
People would want to trade me a half-ton (pickup) or $25,000 for it. Most people were great, but some people tried to take advantage, thinking I didn’t know the value of this deer. Outdoor Lifeīut then I started to realize there was something to this.
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