He tried pushing the doe around the field some but she wanted no part of it. He eventually fed away from her and made his way towards my end of the field. I wasn't sure if he was going to make it to me in time, but all of a sudden he quit feeding and walked across passing in front of me at 20 yards. I wasn't sure on the shot so I snuck out and decided to wait until morning to start tracking. It got down to 24 degrees that night and coyotes haven't seemed to be a problem in this spot in the past.
After a short 60 yard trail I found him the next morning. I have to say it was a little emotional. 50+ days of hunting in KS to get one. I realize this wasn't an old deer or even close to how big they get in this area, but I know I made the right choice and feel like I can hold out for something more mature next time. Let's face it, I'm definitely not a stranger to tag soup.
220# (on the hoof) 8 pt
We came home yesterday. No other kills in our group of 4. We usually average 1 buck in the group each year. I think 2 of the 3 had good bucks in range but no shots. The 3rd saw a few good bucks but none in range. Still a great hunt and a blast as usual. Everyone we met was generous and kind as always. We have developed a great friendship with one of the local landowners and he got his annual delivery of venison burritos. Can't wait to do it again.