By Chad Osborne
I would like to share my greatest birthday ever—October 31, 2009. That’s when I took my youngest son Jake on his first youth deer hunt in Van Zandt County, Texas. We went to my grandmother’s place. We went out at about 6:30 a.m. and picked a spot on the 163 acres with no stand and no feeder. We were just going on a hunt, the old fashion way.
We sat with our backs to a creek looking north between two creeks with about 300 yards of open field. At 7:45 the temperature was about 48 and there was a fog in the bottom land. I began using an estrus bleat call can, then waited 15 minutes and did it again. In about 20 minutes I saw him. I told Jake there he is. That buck had his head was up and looking for the doe.
When the buck got within about 120 yards looking dead at us, he turned and was walking away. I hit the call again and said “Now, Jake.” He turned, and “boom,” Jake took his shot.
I was not expecting this because the deer had had his backside to us, but when I hit the call he turned to his left to see where the doe was, and walking gave Jake just enough shoulder to take the shot.
Jake said, “Dad, I had to take him.” I told Jake, “You got him.” The buck ran about 100 yards to the right and was down. My son’s face was one I will never forget. The 8-point buck’s rack was 15 1/2 inches wide. Jake used a 223 Rossi Youth model. This is the best birthday a father could ask for.
-- Chad Osborne