Just last week I saw someone's twitter post that read, "I don't keep the racks to brag about them, I keep them because of the memories they hold." I've been blessed to hunt in some great locations around North America, but to be honest, shooting a deer with a large rack has never been the main reason to place a hunt in my favorites category. It is time spent with friends and family that makes the hunt memorable and it is hard to choose between all the hunts I have ever been on to come up with my top five. As a result, I am not going to come up with my top five. I'll just come up with five for now and talk about the others later...
In a previous post I mentioned that when I was a just a young(er) fella hunting with my Dad we discovered the power of a using a grunt call. That experience resulted in a nice buck for my memory vault and a lesson I’ll never forget. Since that time I have been enamored with calling, and as the years have gone by I have continued to study and experiment with calling. I’ve even learned a few more things along the way. This is not intended to be a comprehensive manual for calling deer. There are many factors that I do not even discuss such as time of year, rut phase, buck to doe ratios, etc.. Learning how to call deer is kind of like learning how to perfect your golf swing and it could not possibly be covered in one post. However, there are a few basics that will increase your odds of success and I’ve decided to write about five tips that will help you improve your calling techniques.
Today on the blog I highlight a poem called "Track Soup" that my uncle Dave Biebel wrote a number of years ago. It's an all too familiar story for most of us. Thankfully, I will not have to eat any track soup this year since I already have one in the freezer, but I've had to eat some before. It doesn't taste good! Enjoy....
“What’d ya see?” inquires the Gramp
As the Boys come into camp.
“Sign,” they grumble, “lots of tracks.”
“Can’t eat that,” the old man cracks.
They settle down around the fire
To see which one’s the biggest liar,
Telling tales ’til half past when,
Then up at dawn and out again.
“It’s daylight in the swamp,” calls Fred,
“And time to get up out of bed.”
So, wolfing down some eggs and toast,
The men rush out into their posts.
But “skunked again” they mutter when
They wander in at lunch again.
“Tracks, BIG tracks are everywhere,
But we see neither hide nor hair.”
Gramps chuckles, “You’re some group!
Tonight I’ll make you some track soup.”
“First you take a pound of spoof
And stir in one filet of hoof…
Add a cup of old swamp water,
Buck lure and a pinch of laughter,
A bit o’ yarn, and empty shell,
A piece of antler mixes well…
Some apples and a big salt block,
But mostly just a lot of talk.”
“And, for dessert,” he winks his eye,
“A generous piece of humble pie!”
- Dave Biebel
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Why is it that I can kill a deer during hunting season and not feel much remorse but when a motorist collides with a deer I hate it and feel deeply sorry for the deer? It is such an awful way to go and the deer often lives for a while after the collision suffering in extreme pain. Last night I had an up close and personal experience with a badly injured deer from a collision with a car that was clearly was not going to survive. To make a long story short, the deer’s back was broken and it was unable to move, but it remained alive for quite some time until the warden was able to come kill it. Sad.
I was on my way to an evening meeting when I noticed my cell phone light up with a call from Christian. I knew he was out hunting and if he was calling me during prime time it could only mean one thing... After hanging up I could help but notice I was driving a little faster and all seemed…