Archive for December, 2018

Monday, November 5, 2018

Wednesday, December 5th, 2018

This morning I woke up to a starlit sky and a 40-degree temperature reading on the thermometer, and it was calm. I figured the deer would be moving after the rain we got last night.  I could see my breath, but it came more from the dampness that encompassed the woods.

We got an early start today, getting up at 3:30 and on the way to the stand by 5. It’s important to beat everyone into the woods in my opinion. I’m not sure why, but that’s the way I’ve always approached hunting.

I guess we didn’t get up early enough to beat the deer, though. As I approached my stand, I could see the reflection of a deer’s eyes. The deer was standing next to the big scrape located about 80 yards from my stand.

The light didn’t spook the deer, and it casually strolled down the hill and out of sight. For all I know it could have stayed there for a while.

As the woods came to life around me, it reminded me of my younger days during the first few weeks of spring trout season. I could hear the crows cackling and other birds joining them. It was pretty cool to get cast back to those days, a time when I didn’t know much about the ways of the world………..or deer hunting.

Around 8:30, I saw a deer feeding toward me. It gradually made its way past me and headed to the scrape. It was the same 4-pointer that I saw the other day. A nice 6-pointer made its way past me a short time later. It was cool to video, just because of the way he started hammering a signpost tree. I would have thought a much bigger buck would have been hitting the tree, but I guess they all take part at times.  I saw a few other deer run past me before I got out of the stand at noon. I couldn’t identify them, but I think they were does.

Dad saw another shooter today. He’s in a good spot. It seems like the rest of us are on a never-ending search. Nobody has found an area that he likes. I’ve never seen an area like this. Although we have seen some big bucks and a fair amount of deer, there really isn’t much sign. If I were to walk through the woods and look at the sign, I would think that very few deer, if any, lived in the area. It’s mind boggling in many ways. There just isn’t much buck sign or deer sign.  Brian didn’t see any deer this morning. Jeff saw two shooters but couldn’t get a shot. Doug saw three or four does. They went back to the place where they hunted on Saturday morning.

This evening we did a lot of driving around to check out new places. We found some good areas, and they definitely have some possibilities. It poured this afternoon and is still pouring as I write this. The rain just won’t let up. Hopefully, this will be it for a few days. We could use a break from the rain. We will see what tomorrow brings. I’d love to see someone get a whack at something.

 

A Quick Note About Pictures and Social Media

Tuesday, December 4th, 2018

Looking back at how social media has crept into most people’s lives, I’m thankful for it in many ways, but I’ve also seen things that have turned my stomach. When I wrote my first book shortly after getting divorced, I knew I needed to find a way to promote it – and myself. To gain the confidence of my readers, I needed to show them that I was well versed in the subject I was writing about.

How could I do that? I had many ideas, but I was uncomfortable with most options. I knew that my book would collect dust on bookshelves in many stores across the region if I didn’t promote myself. Since drawing attention to myself has never been my style, it was a trying experience.

I created a website, which rapidly gained a lot of followers, and I began renting booth space at a few of the biggest outdoor/hunting shows in the region. I quickly gained the attention of many people, and my books began selling at a pace that far exceeded my expectations. I formed many great relationships and friendships, some people becoming very close friends. I’ll be forever thankful for that, but it brings me back to the attention thing.

Every year, I enjoy seeing people display their photos across social media. It makes me feel good to know that they want to share their success with me and everyone else. We are a band of brothers – we are all hunters just like the generations that came before us.

In this time of social media, I’ve seen many posers, people who pretend to be experts. I’m the furthest thing from an expert. Every day I step into the woods or even sit back and study things on a computer screen, I feel like a beginner. Some days I don’t even know where to start. I ask for opinions and try to listen to others to help me better understand the things that go on in a deer’s world. There are days when I wonder how others can be so successful and I think, “What am I missing? How can I shoot a giant deer like that?”

Then, I realize that it might sound foolish to a lot of people if they ever knew that’s how I think. I’ve gained a following due to my books and the variety of seminars I’ve done across the region. I’ve been lucky enough to speak at grade schools, high schools, outdoor shows, hunter education classes, and bible conferences. I’ve been invited to offer my “expertise” at these places because people respect what I’ve done. I’ve been lucky enough to have my work featured in North American Whitetail, and I’ve been honored to have been featured in Outdoor Life magazine and on Wired to Hunt podcast and Big Buck Registry podcast.

In many ways, the outlets found me, I didn’t go searching for them. After being highlighted across the country for my success in the big woods and in the Midwest, I’ve attempted to help people hone their craft. I’ve received letters from people who have been able to find deer and kill them. I take great pride in the friendships I’ve formed through being available to the public, even though I still have a hard time having any attention focused on me. When I look in the mirror, I see an average hunter who has a well above average level of determination and confidence. Those are the reasons I’m able to come out on top during many hunts in new locations. I work harder than 98% of the guys who go into the woods every year, and hard work pays off. I’ll outwork you in every aspect of the game if it means I have a tiny chance to put a good buck on the ground. That work is never seen in a hero shot. I shared a picture of a buck on a deer cart this year. That is some of the work that my group faces after we are lucky enough to take a good buck. I know many others can relate, and that is why I shared that photo. I didn’t even mention which member in our group killed the deer. It’s not necessary to know. Instead, I wanted people to see some of the behind-the-scenes work that goes on. I hope I captured that with the photo.

Recently, many people have asked me how my season has been. This season has been fantastic in many ways and horrible in others. If I based the season on big bucks being killed, it has been great. If I base it on life happenings during the season, it has been stressful, chaotic and heart wrenching.

Over the last few years, I’ve chosen not to share too terribly much on social media or on my hunting journal on my website. People don’t realize how difficult it is to keep pace. I try to give people things to keep them interested with what I’m doing. I want people to read my writings, and I want them to buy my new book, however, I don’t feel obligated to post the hero shots. I don’t need to draw any attention to myself. If you ask me at a show, I’ll gladly share a few photos with you. Those photos are my memories. It’s easier for me to let history speak for itself. When writing, there’s a fine line between giving too much or not enough information. It’s important to walk lightly across the thin ice, because too much weight will cause the ice to give way below you.

When I left the Adirondacks to try my hand in the Midwest, I felt like I had nothing left to prove to the ones who scoffed at the idea of me leaving the hallowed ground, the mountains of upstate New York. I now feel the same about social media. I don’t feel a need to share photos of successful hunts. I’d rather share my knowledge if it can be useful to a young hunter. Instead of getting a couple hundred likes for a giant buck I killed, I’d rather get the couple hundred likes because I shared my buddy TJ and his son’s hunt. It’s our job to keep the tradition alive and well rather than pad our own egos. Since I’ve never had a big ego, this doesn’t seem too difficult for me.

I hope many of you understand my reasoning and remember that writers only write what they want you to read. Most good writers have a way of bringing their readers into their world but not their intimate world, where only few others have been allowed to sit down and know what goes on behind the scenes.

I’d like to give everyone a simple thank you for following me. I’ll still share some pictures along the way, but I will try to avoid the immediate picture posting to draw attention. It’s just not my style, and I believe we should all stick to what works for us, which is different for every person. A lot of this probably sounds hypocritical, but it seems to work for me right now. I have a lot going on in the coming months with the new book coming out and a few seminars scheduled. I hope to see many of you on my journey. Thanks for listening to me babble. Shoot straight and hunt harder than the next guy. Never feel that you need to share your success with anyone to justify your time in the woods. I’ve seen many great hunters go home with unfilled tags on many occasions. Having an unfilled tag doesn’t mean that the person didn’t have plenty of opportunities to take a good buck. It just means that he didn’t feel it necessary to justify his place in the hunting world. He’s at peace with himself and his actions. He has proven time and time again that he can get it done, almost at will, anytime he so chooses.

 

If you see me at one of the shows this winter, please stop by and share your stories with me. I’ll gladly share a few with you, too.  I apologize if people follow me solely for the hero shot pictures. I’ve come to understand that there’s so much more to my place in the outdoor world than that. I just hope I’m doing a good job filling the void for other people like me.

Sunday, November 4, 2018

Monday, December 3rd, 2018

It’s hard to believe that it’s November. The weather doesn’t give any indication that winter is only a month away. It was 61 degrees when I headed into the woods this morning. The walk ended up being much worse than it should’ve been. Instead of paying attention to what I was doing, I got caught up in watching a guy standing at the base of a tree getting ready to climb it. His flashlight drew me in and held my attention in a place it shouldn’t have been focused. I followed Dad up the hill to my stand, but he cut off the trail too soon, and we ended up walking all over the woods before arriving at the stand.

After getting settled in, the wind continued wailing. At times, it gusted up to 25mph. I thought I was going to get seasick before I got down. It was a pretty slow day . I saw 15 turkeys and only one of them was a gobbler. The rain let loose around 9:45 a.m., so I climbed down and took cover under some trees. When I hit the ground, I could see a doe trotting toward me. As I tried grabbing my bow, she saw me and bolted. I was a little disappointed, knowing that a big buck could’ve been behind her.

Dad saw a few deer tonight, one buck, while we were checking out another area. Doug some a doe and three fawns this morning while he was in a new area. Brian saw a doe and a button horn at first light. He also saw a guy wearing a T-shirt and jeans and carrying a machete shortly after it got light. That sight was a little bizarre and creepy.

We can’t seem to find much sign, but we know big bucks are here. We haven’t found anyplace we really want to return to sit. Brian and I checked a camera today, and there were three or four bucks on it, one a pretty good 10-pointer. Here are a picture of a smaller one and the nice 10. We are going to give it a shot with this buck. He’s on his feet in the daylight, and we got a lot of daylight pictures in this spot.

We will see what tomorrow brings. It’s calling for rain again in the afternoon. The morning forecast looks good, so maybe the deer will be moving.

 

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Monday, December 3rd, 2018

First morning in Illinois for me. Dad and Brian have been here for a week, and they’ve each seen a big buck. This morning Doug went to an area that he had researched on the internet over the last couple of months. He waited until daylight to head into the woods. After getting in a  ways, he found a tree to climb and settled in.  He wounded a big buck. Hitting it low, he didn’t  have much blood, and it eventually faded out. He said it was a good area.

Dad saw a big buck this morning and two small ones. The big one came in about 8:30, and it was a really big 10-pointer with long tines. He wasn’t able to get a shot. The deer never spotted him. Hopefully, it returns.

I saw two small bucks, one at 7:45 and one around 9:00. The first one was a 4-pointer. He ended up 15 yards from me and disappeared behind my stand. The second one was a small 6-pointer. When I got out of my stand, a doe came by. It was 34 degrees this morning and warmed up to 61 by the end of the day.

Jeff saw three does and three bucks this morning and two does and a buck tonight. He also saw a guy shoot a deer with a crossbow.

Tonight  Dad saw three bucks. Twin spikes and a forky. I have a good feeling that someone is going to get a a good one, but Im not feeling like it will be me. We checked some trail cameras today and had a few decent bucks on them. We named one of them Felix the Forky.

Here are a few shots of Felix.

   

 

Getting Back on Track

Monday, December 3rd, 2018

Since I got waylaid over the last month, I’ll do my best to catch everyone up with the events that have transpired. Instead of taking time to discuss a few uneventful hunts in the Adirondacks before I left for the Midwest, I’ll just start with my first day in the Midwest and go from there.

Before I left for vacation, the weather was miserable in the Adirondacks. I got caught in some nasty snow, freezing rain and ice over the course of the last weekend I was at home. It gave me incentive to get the hell out of Dodge and enjoy my time with my bow in hand. I figured the weather couldn’t get much worse, but then again, maybe I didn’t think things all the way through.