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Muddy Red Stag
By Steve Mahurin
     

On December fourth 1991 my wife Shirley and I headed out I 10 West towards the picturesque town of Fredricksburg, Texas, nestled in the heart of the Texas Hill Country. This town is a tourist Mecca the year round and famous for it's German and Check, cuisine, its myriad's of shops, juicy, delicious peaches, as well as being the hometown of WWII admiral Chester Nimitz and the site of a very interesting museum dedicated to him and WWII memorabilia.

After maybe six weeks of phoning and talking to guides and outfitters we had decided on a place to hunt. After we got settled into our motel room we called our host, ranch owner, and guide, James Moellendorf for instructions to find his ranch. We were scheduled to go to his ranch, which was about twelve miles outside of town to hunt for a Red Deer Stag. We got our directions to the ranch and then settled in for a restless night of anticipation.

Early the next morning we left our motel to go to the ranch and were greeted with a temperature of near 40 degrees with a steady drizzling rain falling. Forecasts on the radio said we were in for more rain the whole day, with highs in the mid forties.

When we arrived and were greeted by our host and his wife, we found organized confusion. The ranch in addition to being hunted for Whitetail Deer, Axis and Fallow Deer and Red Deer was also a full-fledged goat raising enterprise. This was the time that the nannies were dropping their babies. The problem was that with the frigid temperatures outside and the rain falling the babies, if not found and put into a warm area very quickly, were dying from hypothermia.

James, Shirley, and I climbed into James's four-wheel drive truck to start our hunt. The Red Deer is the European cousin of our Rocky Mountain Elk. They are about two thirds the size the size of our native elk and in a fully mature bull or stag there are a number of times that grow at the end of the main beam that look like a basket or crown as it is called in this animal.

As we made our way across the ranch, behind some hills and ridges, a mile or so from the ranch headquarters, even in four wheel drive the truck was slipping and sliding back and forth on the black dirt mud of the ranch road. A couple of times I wondered if we were going to even be able to get to the hunting area. The hunting area was mostly hills and draws, interspersed with a few flat meadows and Cedar thickets.

We drove and looked quite awhile without seeing anything but a few Fallow and Axis Deer You think maybe the stags were smarter than us and staying under cover out of the rain ? Finally when we started seeing a few stags they were all too young and too small. After about three hours of playing in the mud we saw a small herd of red deer on the far side of a small valley. We decided to try a stalk on foot. The three of us gritted our teeth and stepped into the rainy cold.

There was a line of trees and brush that we figured might get us to within a hundred yards or so of them so we could get a better look at the two stags we thought deserved a better look, and all the while hoping there was no game holed up in the brush that would bust our stalk. There was and they did.

We arrived back at the vehicle, each of us weighing about ten pounds more than when we left. The wet clothes were a contributor, but the main culprits were the huge balls of mud that clung to our boots and kept giving us fits the whole day.

The spooked herd had moved over a small ridge, so it was decided to make a large circle in the truck to try to get ahead of them and set up for an ambush or a stalk. It worked and we skidded around on foot for a hundred yards or so to a big pile of boulders and unlimbered our binoculars. There were a couple of decent stags in the bunch, but James said that he thought we could do better in spite of the lousy weather.

It was back to page one. We decided that we would move to a different area of the ranch hoping that our luck would change. We could have gotten a number of good Fallow and even a decent Whitetail buck. I think they knew we weren't hunting them. We made at least four more mud weighted stalks and either couldn't get a shot or they were just not big enough. We were all chilled to the bone, with numb hands, feet, and ears. We agreed that, even the periods inside the truck, with the heater going full blast didn't help us a whole lot. James said that he thought we should go back to headquarters and warm up and dry out for awhile and then try again.

We were nearly back to ranch headquarters and coming through a stand of trees near a small lake when lo and behold, a pretty good looking stag broke out of the trees ahead of us. James sped up to the edge of the clearing around the lake and skidded to a stop. Like, 10 yards of skidding, nearly into the lake sideways on the slick road. I jumped out of the truck nearly busting my rear on that same slick terrain.

I jerked the Remington, model700, 30/06 and found him in the scope, running to from my left to my right and building into a full gallop. At the boom of the gun the stag collapsed and skidded about five yards himself, ending up at the very edge of the lake. The Remington, 180 grain, core-lokt bullet had done a great job as usual. We got to him and figured that there was no way to get the truck near him without going swimming, much less get him into the bed of the truck. James said he had a big four wheel drive tractor with a scoop on it and we could load him up with it. It worked and we were even able to hang him from the blade attachment for caping and cutting up the meat for the trip home. Yeah!! You guessed it. Not twenty minutes after my shot, the rain stopped and even got a few pale rays of sunlight. Then it was back on the road home to start planning the next hunt.

Written by Steve Mahurin on May 18, 2000.

     
     
Muddy Red Stag
     
     

Steve Mahurin
25 North Heights
La Marque, Texas 77568
409-935-9673

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