By Will Primos

You never know where you will find a big Whitetail Buck. I have often said that the last three living things on earth will be a roach, a coyote and a whitetail in that order.

You see a whitetail can make a home just about anywhere. All they need is food, water and a place to hide. And man can they hide! Sometimes the least likely places are where you will find a big whitetail buck. One time I was hunting near Selma. It was noon and I was taking a midday rest. I stepped out of the trailer where I was staying and walked out back to look at an old piece of farm equipment that had been left for the weeds and Sweetgum saplings.

Behind this old mule-drawn planter was an ancient Water Oak that had been blown over the previous spring. I rattled the old planter expecting to find wasps. Instead, out of the brush around the fallen Water Oak exploded a 140 inch buck. I am sure no one ever ventured there and so that is where he felt safe. I explored his hiding place and found the trail he used to this “UNDER MY NOSE HIDING SPOT”. This buck simply hid there after we left each morning and stayed there during the day. When everyone left for the afternoon hunt he simply went about his business feeding on the acorns behind the trailer and drank from the creek less than 100 yards behind the trailer.

I never got to hunt that buck because that was my last afternoon on this particular hunt. Had I been able to, I would have left him alone hoping he would return to his hiding place. If the wind was right, I’d be waiting on him one morning as he snuck back to that old blow down thinking that all the hunters had left.

Another time a friend of mine was hunting at Greasy Bayou Hunting Camp in the Delta National Forest in Mississippi. He wasn’t feeling well when he got up so he decided to stay in bed instead of hunting that morning. At that time this camp ran dogs as was the tradition in much of the South. At about 7:00 a.m. he went to the kitchen to take some Pepto Bismol. Something caught his attention as he looked outside the kitchen window. Low and behold a nice 130-inch buck was on his belly crawling through a sage grass field that ran right behind the camp house. My friend quickly grabbed his 30-06 Remington Pump which had a flip over 4 x Weaver Scope mounted on top and proceeded to kill the only racked buck of the day.

This photo is of a Kansas 8-point that I shot and Brad Farris videoed for The TRUTH® 16. This buck was living in a ditch in the middle of the Kansas prairie. We figured out some trails that were coming from the ditch to some agricultural fields and climbed one of the only trees that was big enough to hold us.

You never know where they are going to hide. Find their hiding places and hunt them where they are going to be. Just get there before he does, be as scent free as possible and play the wind.

Will Primos