Kansas adventure - 2015 - 12/09/15
I was fortunate enough to hunt the same whitetail paradise in Kansas that I did a year ago. This year, my dad (Whelen Nut) and BobinNH accompanied.
Our travel was a bit slow-going with the ice storms that plagued much of central Kansas but we eventually made it and set a bunch of stands in the days prior to the opener.
The ranch is simply the most majestic whitetail property I’ve ever hunted and at the same time it’s easily the most frustrating. The deer are nomadic and even with zero hunting pressure, rarely, if ever, do they do the same thing twice. Due to the lay of the land, "heaven" is most effectively hunted with a north wind, and north winds are generally in short supply so other creative strategies must be utilized.
Dad was the first one to draw blood on an old warrior. With this south wind setup, his perch allowed him to shoot across the river as the deer made their way back from the wheat fields and neighboring properties. He anchored the buck with one shot from his 7600 chambered in .270. Then, as it always seems when he and I hunt in Kansas, I got wet. LOL.
I passed on a couple of gorgeous bucks the first two days but had ideas of something special due to the potential of this ranch. I was undecided on where to stand on the third morning and after we dropped Bob off, had a hair that dad drop me off in the far NE corner of the ranch where I could cover a large pasture, work my way to the river bottom to watch across the river and possibly hit the horns from a good vantage point.
That first rattling sequence set into motion a chain of events that will likely be unequalled for the rest of my hunting days.
Having trouble loading video so screen capture will have to suffice.
The first buck responded in less than 30 seconds, followed by another until I was looking at 4 decent bucks across the river. The one in the video came all the way up into the pasture by me until he was close enough to shoot with the bow before making his way back across the river. When he hit the bank on the other side, he began trotting taking the other bucks in tow – only now I can see two more bucks following including one that I wanted to take back to WI.
At this point, the buck was too far to set up for a shot so I paralleled him down the river, getting to vantage points in the pasture whenever possible. All the bucks had pretty much gone their separate ways but the buck I had my eye on, kicked up yet another buck that was bedded with a doe and a chase by both bucks after the doe ensued down the river. I knew there was a potential spot I could shoot if I could beat them there.
Well, we all arrived at the general location about the same time and I prepared to make a quick shot. Just as I was putting pressure on the trigger, a new buck appeared out of thin air and made for a quick decision. I decided on the new star and anchored him at 260 yards with a 130 Accubond from my 6.5 Creedmoor. Time to get wet again.
Bob saw a bunch of deer too, including one that made him second guess his decision to not shoot. On the fourth day of the hunt, I heard Bob’s 270 bark and knew his aim would be true so I headed his way to commence to dragging. He did not disappoint.
Dad and I did some doe and coyote patrol over the next few days and ended up with quite the trailer load full of venison.
What a great week and a great team. As for the ranch, well, let’s just say there are one or two places left on this earth that aren’t eaten up by outfitters or expensive leases. And, I am so very grateful to call the owner a friend – when the big guy created him, he broke the mold immediately thereafter.
Pops took a lot of photos - some sure to be incriminating so this should be interesting when he chimes in.
Our travel was a bit slow-going with the ice storms that plagued much of central Kansas but we eventually made it and set a bunch of stands in the days prior to the opener.
The ranch is simply the most majestic whitetail property I’ve ever hunted and at the same time it’s easily the most frustrating. The deer are nomadic and even with zero hunting pressure, rarely, if ever, do they do the same thing twice. Due to the lay of the land, "heaven" is most effectively hunted with a north wind, and north winds are generally in short supply so other creative strategies must be utilized.
Dad was the first one to draw blood on an old warrior. With this south wind setup, his perch allowed him to shoot across the river as the deer made their way back from the wheat fields and neighboring properties. He anchored the buck with one shot from his 7600 chambered in .270. Then, as it always seems when he and I hunt in Kansas, I got wet. LOL.
I passed on a couple of gorgeous bucks the first two days but had ideas of something special due to the potential of this ranch. I was undecided on where to stand on the third morning and after we dropped Bob off, had a hair that dad drop me off in the far NE corner of the ranch where I could cover a large pasture, work my way to the river bottom to watch across the river and possibly hit the horns from a good vantage point.
That first rattling sequence set into motion a chain of events that will likely be unequalled for the rest of my hunting days.
Having trouble loading video so screen capture will have to suffice.
The first buck responded in less than 30 seconds, followed by another until I was looking at 4 decent bucks across the river. The one in the video came all the way up into the pasture by me until he was close enough to shoot with the bow before making his way back across the river. When he hit the bank on the other side, he began trotting taking the other bucks in tow – only now I can see two more bucks following including one that I wanted to take back to WI.
At this point, the buck was too far to set up for a shot so I paralleled him down the river, getting to vantage points in the pasture whenever possible. All the bucks had pretty much gone their separate ways but the buck I had my eye on, kicked up yet another buck that was bedded with a doe and a chase by both bucks after the doe ensued down the river. I knew there was a potential spot I could shoot if I could beat them there.
Well, we all arrived at the general location about the same time and I prepared to make a quick shot. Just as I was putting pressure on the trigger, a new buck appeared out of thin air and made for a quick decision. I decided on the new star and anchored him at 260 yards with a 130 Accubond from my 6.5 Creedmoor. Time to get wet again.
Bob saw a bunch of deer too, including one that made him second guess his decision to not shoot. On the fourth day of the hunt, I heard Bob’s 270 bark and knew his aim would be true so I headed his way to commence to dragging. He did not disappoint.
Dad and I did some doe and coyote patrol over the next few days and ended up with quite the trailer load full of venison.
What a great week and a great team. As for the ranch, well, let’s just say there are one or two places left on this earth that aren’t eaten up by outfitters or expensive leases. And, I am so very grateful to call the owner a friend – when the big guy created him, he broke the mold immediately thereafter.
Pops took a lot of photos - some sure to be incriminating so this should be interesting when he chimes in.