Late is Great

If you think outside the box, you’ll kill a nice buck this month.

Bob Mayo Jr. and I were resting on our horses following a December morning deer drive in the Bienville National Forest back in the early 1960s. Mayo’s pack of black-and-tans had just moved some deer south. We were trying to decide which way to ride to cut them off.

Not a shot was heard from the standers, which meant one of two things: They were after a doe, in which case they would make a huge circle and come back, or no one saw a buck.

As we sat and drank coffee and ate a biscuit, one old female hound, which was recovering from puppies, caught up to us. She snuffled about for a bit, and less than 20 yards away bayed with full cry. A 6-point bolted from an overgrown pine top, and disappeared with the bitch in hot pursuit.Click here to read more on Late is Great