My entire life I have hunted the “Big Woods” in rural Elk County in North Central Pennsylvania. I’ve always assumed that in order to see deer you had to go deep into the big woods, the further into the woods, the better. The 2011 archery season started no different for me. Scouting and setting stands in huge tracts of State Forest and State Game lands was the norm. While I had some encounters, deer sightings were few and far between. I passed on a small doe in the early season because i was looking for a big mature buck or doe and I had to do something different. It was time to change tactics and in some cases that means changing locations.
My oldest son has a home within the City limits of St Marys, PA. The title ‘City’ does not mean it is all concrete and buildings. St Marys is the second largest city by land mass per square mile in Pennsylvania (second only to Philadelphia). It boasts a population of over 13,000 but density is roughly 134 people per square mile. When you get away from the downtown, there are plenty of wooded patches that connect with much larger tracts of huntable public and private ground.
After a few nights of trail camera observation I decided to place a stand near his home. I had always seen deer near his home but after the trail camera showed a good number of deer and a few bucks, including a quality mature shoorter buck, I realized that I needed to place a stand in the area.
My Treestand placement was about 100 yards from his house and only about 50 yards from my grandchildren’s play gym. When in the stand, I could clearly three house including my son’s. Still, I was excited about my first hunt in the suburbs. There was a storm front coming and it was preceded by a dark gloomy night and a steady pre-dawn rain. I decided to skip the morning and the bad weather in favor of a rainy afternoon hunt. The forecast called for rain all day but the weather broke and gave me a window of respite from the wet stuff to hunt.
It was dark and gloomy but calm and with more rain to come I hustled out to my treestand. It took me less than two minutes to walk from my son’s driveway to my stand. As I sat there, I would look back at my granddaughters play gym and say to myself, ‘this is nuts’. But, I was dedicated to sticking to the plan. Cars were whizzing up and down the road. I heard the school bus make its 3 stops near my son’s house. Neighbors were coming home from work, car doors were slamming and dogs were barking. I thought to myself, “What deer in their right mind would hang around here?” About an hour before dusk, I heard a twig snap. I slowly glanced to the right and saw a very large doe. I remained frozen. Three others were trailing her. I was hoping that the big buck I was after would be behind them but he wasn’t. In spite of all the human activity in the area, they didn’t seem to be nervous. They did keep a close eye trained on the house and their ears were swiveling to listen to what was coming from the neighborhood. The young ones were good sized and must have been born early in the spring. The lead doe, however, was clearly much larger and mature than the others. She clearly had been around a while.
The path that the deer seemed to have been following recently would take them right down in front of me at a distance of about 25 yards. They didn’t disappoint me. The lead doe stopped broadside and gave me a perfect shot. I didn’t make one. Although lethal, it was back about 5 inches from where I had aimed. It still went clean through the liver and she expired about 100 yards from impact. I felt lucky to have not had to track her for hours. Of course, she ended up at the bottom of a very steep hill but, hey, that’s hunting. My son arrived home from a meeting about 7:30 pm and
helped me drag her up to my truck.
It was off to a local meat processor. I had decided to donate the venison to the Hunters Sharing the Harvest program http://sharedeer.org/ and have the meat go to a local food bank to provide food for needy families. The meat processor looked the big Whitetail over and, as I expected, he estimated that she was at least 4 1/2 years old.
I guess the moral of this story is not to assume that there aren’t deer hanging around local neighborhoods and don’t be afraid to change tactics. Now, that I have knocked the rust off for 2011 it is time for me to get serious about that big buck that is hanging around the neighborhood.
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