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A Shot in the Dark
(260) 665-1980
625 North Flint Road
Angola, IN
 
Club Doctor The
(260) 837-2582
3075 County Road 18
Waterloo, IN
 
B & R Outfitters
260475580
5555 S 200 E
Pleasant Lake, IN
 
Patoka Lake
(812) 678-3761
4512 North Cuzco Road South
Dubois, IN
Other Activties
Biking; Boating; Camping; Fishing; Hiking; Hunting; Picnicking; Recreational Vehicles; Visitor Center; Water Sports; Wildlife Viewing

Mississinewa Lake
(765) 473-5946
5613 E Mississinewa Dam Road
Peru, IN
Other Activties
Biking; Boating; Camping; Fishing; Hiking; Historic & Cultural Site; Hunting; Interpretive Programs; Picnicking; Recreational Vehicles; Visitor Center; Water Sports; Wildlife Viewing

Corner Landing
(260) 833-2112
3945 North 300 West
Angola, IN
 
Flint Gun Shop & Trading Post
(260) 665-2578
7595 West 50 North
Angola, IN
 
Big Oaks National Wildlife Refuge
(812) 273-0783
1661 W. JPG Niblo Rd
Madison, IN
Other Activties
Boating; Fishing; Hunting; Interpretive Programs; Wildlife Viewing

Salamonie Lake
(260) 782-2358
1004 S Salamonie Dam Road
Lagro, IN
Other Activties
Boating; Camping; Fishing; Hiking; Horseback Riding; Hunting; Interpretive Programs; Picnicking; Recreational Vehicles; Visitor Center; Water Sports; Wildlife Viewing; Winter Sports

J. Edward Roush Lake
(260) 356-8648
Huntington, IN
Other Activties
Biking; Boating; Camping; Fishing; Hiking; Hunting; Interpretive Programs; Picnicking; Water Sports; Wildlife Viewing; Winter Sports

Hunt the "Edges" for Deer

Author: 
Jim Boyd

The massive buck eases up through holly, elm, gum, bay and oak trees. He skirts a dense tangle of trees and a blown down white oak, ever so slowly. At 6.5 years old, he is one of the monarchs in the forest.

Normally secretive and entirely nocturnal, these shortening days find him still roaming in spite of the coming daylight.

A light dusting of frost lies on the ground, the first of the year, and acorns crunch underfoot, but hunger is not on his mind.

Romance is, however.

The cold weather is like a spark plug to him – he is keyed up and very alert…

Not quite yet daylight, he stops below the crest of the hill, allowing the slightest of wind currents to come gently to him. Using the incredible power of his nose, he is searching for what he must find – a receptive doe… while he must remain aware of any foes that may be in the area. He knows that a fight can erupt at any moment this time of the year and he is entirely unafraid – but still wants to know of other bucks in the area.

He knows where his pawed areas are and he will check them.

Soon. 

Moments pass and only the faintest aroma of male comes to his nose… nothing to indicate a receptive female.

Scanning left and right, he is also very aware of an increased human presence in the woods and constantly searches for that scent, as well.

Moving upwards, toward the crest of the hill he stops and rakes his antlers, slowly but with tremendous force, on a 5” cedar that he has used a signpost for the last three years. Shredded bark falls as he grinds the tree. The trunk of the tree is twisted and gnarly looking from years of abuse. 

The black darkness that was pure night a moment ago has begun to fade to shades of gun metal grey… but still he stands, listening and checking the wind currents…

Finding no news on the now freshening breeze, he steps fully into the old logging road. The road separates the planted pines on the top of the hill from the old hardwood growth as the land falls down toward the creek. 

Scrapes dot the road for many yards in both directions under the overhanging oak limbs. Some of the scrapes are 48” in diameter and 4-5” deep and many reek of fresh urine and feces. The licking branches are laced with male buck smell.

Completely shredded pine trees also line the area, some bent over and destroyed by the aggressive bucks in the area.

This is a deer intersection, where trails all converge. It is the equivalent of where Main meets First Street in Anytown, USA… It is a gathering place for does and bucks alike… even more so during the rut – as the scrapes and tree rubs all indicate.

The buck moves forward to the deepest of the scrapes and begins the process of raking deeply into the dirt and then raising up on his hind legs to gain the higher of the licking branches, biting and chewing to leave the most scent possible. He knows many bucks and does visit the area and wants to take full advantage of this – by leaving his “prese...

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