Forister Exotics Fallow Hunts
Ryan made his way out to the ranch a few weeks ago looking or a good Fallow Buck to put on his wall. I knew with it being late season we had very few options due to numbers and some of the Fallow bucks already dropping their horns for the year and some of the bigger Fallow bucks being broken up from fighting for their breeding rights. So I had scouted an area of the ranch and found this nice Spotted Fallow Buck coming to a feeder on a very regular basis. I decided to set Ryan and his friend who tagged along in the blind with strict instruction as to which Fallow buck to shoot. So I fed pretty heavy and left them for the morning sit. About 8 I get a text “no show” I replied to hang tight I would come back and feed again and see what we could figure out. So I came and fed corn again and as I left the stand I decided to go back around the back side of the pasture and see what was moving. As I rounded the corner almost a mile away from the feeder Ryan was sitting at there was the Fallow buck with a bunch of doe and a couple other Fallow bucks. I fed corn all on the road and made my way back to get Ryan and try to make a move on the big Fallow Buck. We mad a big loop hoping to come around from the other side of where I had spotted the Fallow. We rounded the corner and at about 200 yards the Fallow deer where feeding on the corn I dropped. Ryan tried to get steady on the jeep and let one fly. Clean miss I could tell from the Fallow bucks reaction. We decided to sit Ryan at a tree that would be probably 100 yards and I would run back through and feed again. As I fed I could see the Fallow Buck up on the ridge where he ran after the ” Warning Shot ” so I knew we might get lucky. I fed again and took off around the loop again. 10 minutes or so had passed and I decided to start working my way back to the area. I knew if it was going to happen it would be quick. As I approached the area I saw the younger Fallow bucks and doe we had seen earlier so I knew Ryan must have gotten a second shot. I come driving down the road and there is Ryan standing over his Trophy Spotted Fallow Buck. I knew we got lucky and Ryan made his second shot count. Congrats Ryan on a nice Trophy Fallow Buck.
Fallow Buck for the Recent Graduate!
Doug called me late last week looking to put together a quick Fallow hunt for his son before he left for college. Knowing he would not get much time to spend hunting this fall with his favorite hunting partner. I told Doug we could do it Tuesday and Wednesday. So Doug and Mason showed up to the ranch ready to go look for a Trophy Fallow. We quickly spotted a few Fallow bucks here at the main ranch but they made a quick getaway into the brush. I was looking for a particular chocolate Fallow Buck but I could not find him. With it being early in the day we decided to run over to the other ranch and look at a few fallow bucks there as well. This was a strange day for early August we had a little shower pass through and a slight cool front so with the north wind and a little cooler temps deer were not in the normal spots we had been seeing them while it was hot and dry. We looked and looked and only spotted a few smaller Fallow and some doe. I have been hunting for a long time and it always seems to hold true when you are looking for 1 particular deer or species it is like they got the memo and hide out. Every other species in the pasture we could have shot 2-3 times yet the Trophy Chocolate Fallow Buck in that pasture never showed himself. As it was getting later in the evening the north wind had some bad stuff flying around in the air and Mason began to feel the effects of this. Mason had dealt with asthma in his early years and found himself with out an inhaler in the middle of nowhere. Now he never had an attack but it could have been a bad situation had he had one. So we made our way back to the main ranch with the hopes of running across one of the Fallow bucks we had seen earlier in the day. As we pulled in we headed for a big cedar patch on the edge of the cactus flat where I had been seeing the big boys every day. As we pulled up I spotted the fallow behind a small cedar and Mason was ready. As the Fallow buck made a run for the brush with Doug and I making all kinds of noises in effort to get the Fallow Buck to stop. At the last split second before he made it in the brush he stopped and Mason squeezed a round off from his trusty .270 Remington! Doug and I were both a little startled by the quick shot but more than likely that was the last chance of the day and Mason Made it count! We followed a short blood trail and actually kicked him up. Somehow the rifle got left in the truck (I guess Mason was confident in his shot) Mason quickly made his way back to the truck and got his gun and shortly after he got back the Fallow buck expired without having to fire another round. Congrats Mason on a nice White Fallow buck. Here’s to dads taking their children hunting!