I couldn’t resist going up north, even though it was Thanksgiving. I knew I would have to be home by early afternoon to have dinner, but I was still able to talk Brian and dad into going. That’s when you know you have the perfect hunting partners…………when you can convince them to go that far out of the way and hike way back into the woods just to hunt for a couple of hours in hopes of crossing paths with a mountain buck, which probably won’t even be a 100-inch deer if it’s a good one. I still love the mountains and this day proves that.
Around 8:30 a.m., I heard a few shots come from my dad’s direction. Although he was a few miles away, the sound easily carried right to me. Since he was out of radio distance, I had to wait to get the information until I got back to the truck.
My morning passed too quickly. There wasn’t much sign in the area I hunted, but I still had fun. I didn’t see anything. My father was screwing around with the camera on his gun when he accidentally fired it twice. Luckily, he didn’t hit the 6-pointer he was trying to film with the camera. His hands were too cold to realize he had too much pressure on the trigger and it fired. He had no intention of shooting the buck, so he was lucky he didn’t hit it.
Brian didn’t see anything this morning either. It was really cold out. It felt good to be in the mountains. I look forward to the last two weekends of our rifle season here in northern New York.