Anticosti 2021 - 12/08/21
As with each and every year, things are never the same. This year was no exception. The border finally opened for those that were fully vaccinated, had a negative (accepted) covid test, and filed with Arrive Canada, within a 72 hour window. Again as it turns out, it was easier getting INTO Canada than it was to return home. My hat is STILL off to Canada. The drive up was fantastic. Sunny clear day. very light traffic and we were ahead of schedule. So much so that we were in Drummondville by 10 AM. Check in time at the hotel was 3 PM and they wouldn't budge on that. Neither of us wanted to just wait so we continued the trip all the way to Mont Joli. We got there before check in time in Drummondville so that was a huge plus. We spent 2 days in Mont Joli shopping, checking in at the airport, and just relaxing. The first day in Mont Joli the weather took a turn. Not real bad, just winterlike. We were comfortable and hoping for snow on the island.
Day one on Anticosti was uneventful. Warm and clear. My wife did get a shot at a doe, but failed to connect. I walked into a swamp via a trail system and got caught by a nice spikehorn. He got the drop on me before I made eye contact with him. In a blink he was gone.
Day 2 was a day to be spent on 4 wheelers. In the middle of the night, the rains came accompanied by heavy winds. Rain amounted to over 4" and wind was a steady 40 mph with gusts up to 60. Nan opted to stay in. I got into rain gear and off I want at daylight. The guide was with me. We went into another big swamp and he was grunting. Just short little quiet grunts. It was pouring cats and dogs. All of a sudden he stopped. He pointed and said "see the buck". For the life of me, I could not. Finally I spotted him well over 100 yds. I looked through my Leupold 3X9 and the lenses plus my glasses were impossible to see through. He kept up with the little grunts and the buck started to come to us. I kept trying to pick him up in the scope but could not. Finally I could make him out and I fired. A MISS. I fired again and he went down. He got back up and made it to the edge of the swamp. I had no chance for another shot. All we found was a tuft of white hair. No blood, nothing else. We spent an hour trying to get another chance at him or find him. No luck.
Day 3, my wife was up to going back out. The guide dropped me off and said he would return in about 1 1/2 hours. Meanwhile, in the thick spruces, I jumped a deer. I followed a short distance and found it standing partially concealed. I shot and it piled up. Just a small button buck, but I was in the "if it's brown, it's down" mood. The guide returned and the 3 of us relocated. There was about 6" of snow on the ground and we came over a knoll and there was a nice spike buck in the middle of the trail. Nan was getting into position and the buck turned and was walking away, Nan said something under her breath and fired. Both the guide and I thought it was gut shot because the deer hunched up. Nan stayed where she shot from and the guide and I took the track. In less than 100 feet we saw the deer laying there. We yelled to Nan and she was ecstatic. Where did she hit it? It was a perfect Texas heart shot. The ONLY one I have ever seen.
Day 4 started with light rain. Not heavy, just a nuisance. It was a 4 wheeler day and Nan wasn't happy but she wanted to go. I asked if she could ride with me and there was no problem. I got here to a nice heated blind at one of her favorite spots. Un fortunately she saw nothing. I left her and went up the trail a few hundred yards. At 9:45 a doe stepped out about 50 yards to my right and down hill. Again she spotted me before I saw her. As I turned to shoulder my rifle she bolted. It was the last day. BUT only quarter past nine. Well, as luck would have it, EXACTLY 9:45 a buck trotted out where the doe was and turned uphill towards me. I shouldered my 99 in 284 Winchester and fired. He turned away and headed for the woods. No chance for a second shot. I ran down to where he went in and JUST got into the woods. He was standing facing away less than 50 feet. I had a quartering away shot and took it at the right front shoulder. He jumped straight up and I fired again when he was air born. He crashed tot he ground, DEAD. He was a nice 5 pointer and I was happy.
After being gone for a year and with all the stress of her strokes and covid, and the border closing, we just thank God we were able to get there. We have 3 deer and a moose in the freezers and some FANTASTIC memories.
Here are a few pictures in the "after hunt" time
Day one on Anticosti was uneventful. Warm and clear. My wife did get a shot at a doe, but failed to connect. I walked into a swamp via a trail system and got caught by a nice spikehorn. He got the drop on me before I made eye contact with him. In a blink he was gone.
Day 2 was a day to be spent on 4 wheelers. In the middle of the night, the rains came accompanied by heavy winds. Rain amounted to over 4" and wind was a steady 40 mph with gusts up to 60. Nan opted to stay in. I got into rain gear and off I want at daylight. The guide was with me. We went into another big swamp and he was grunting. Just short little quiet grunts. It was pouring cats and dogs. All of a sudden he stopped. He pointed and said "see the buck". For the life of me, I could not. Finally I spotted him well over 100 yds. I looked through my Leupold 3X9 and the lenses plus my glasses were impossible to see through. He kept up with the little grunts and the buck started to come to us. I kept trying to pick him up in the scope but could not. Finally I could make him out and I fired. A MISS. I fired again and he went down. He got back up and made it to the edge of the swamp. I had no chance for another shot. All we found was a tuft of white hair. No blood, nothing else. We spent an hour trying to get another chance at him or find him. No luck.
Day 3, my wife was up to going back out. The guide dropped me off and said he would return in about 1 1/2 hours. Meanwhile, in the thick spruces, I jumped a deer. I followed a short distance and found it standing partially concealed. I shot and it piled up. Just a small button buck, but I was in the "if it's brown, it's down" mood. The guide returned and the 3 of us relocated. There was about 6" of snow on the ground and we came over a knoll and there was a nice spike buck in the middle of the trail. Nan was getting into position and the buck turned and was walking away, Nan said something under her breath and fired. Both the guide and I thought it was gut shot because the deer hunched up. Nan stayed where she shot from and the guide and I took the track. In less than 100 feet we saw the deer laying there. We yelled to Nan and she was ecstatic. Where did she hit it? It was a perfect Texas heart shot. The ONLY one I have ever seen.
Day 4 started with light rain. Not heavy, just a nuisance. It was a 4 wheeler day and Nan wasn't happy but she wanted to go. I asked if she could ride with me and there was no problem. I got here to a nice heated blind at one of her favorite spots. Un fortunately she saw nothing. I left her and went up the trail a few hundred yards. At 9:45 a doe stepped out about 50 yards to my right and down hill. Again she spotted me before I saw her. As I turned to shoulder my rifle she bolted. It was the last day. BUT only quarter past nine. Well, as luck would have it, EXACTLY 9:45 a buck trotted out where the doe was and turned uphill towards me. I shouldered my 99 in 284 Winchester and fired. He turned away and headed for the woods. No chance for a second shot. I ran down to where he went in and JUST got into the woods. He was standing facing away less than 50 feet. I had a quartering away shot and took it at the right front shoulder. He jumped straight up and I fired again when he was air born. He crashed tot he ground, DEAD. He was a nice 5 pointer and I was happy.
After being gone for a year and with all the stress of her strokes and covid, and the border closing, we just thank God we were able to get there. We have 3 deer and a moose in the freezers and some FANTASTIC memories.
Here are a few pictures in the "after hunt" time