I expected it to be a little cooler this morning, but I was let down. When I parked the vehicle, it was 65 degrees. I figured the deer would be on the move, but nothing showed itself in the piece of woods where Brian and I were hunting. Dad saw a 4-pointer this morning in the swamp around 11:00 a.m. By the mid-afternoon the thermometer on my clock read 84 degrees. The one in my truck was a little more accurate and reasonable since it wasn’t housed in the tent. It read 74 degrees. Any way you look at it, it’s way too hot for the deer to move very much, and we’ve seen the results.
This evening I went back to the stand I sat in this morning. I saw a 4-pointer at 5:15. He came up out of the thick stuff from down near the water. He appeared to be cruising. I’d like to have a good buck do the same in the next day or so. A deer started blowing at me right when I was getting ready to climb down for the day. When I hit the ground and began walking, another deer alerted me of its presence and scampered off into the brush.
Brian didn’t see anything on the edge of the freshly cut cornfield this morning except a guy who walked right across it with a flashlight before daylight. He set up on the private property in a hedgerow that overlooks the field. That pretty much deleted any chance Brian had of seeing deer filtering back into the woods out of the cut corn.
Brian hunted with me this evening. He didn’t see anything. He appears to be getting discouraged. Although it’s extremely hot, I feel like my odds are improving. I have a good feeling about tomorrow. I’m not sure if I’ll see anything, but something in my gut tells me it’s going to be a good day.
Dad saw another shooter tonight. It got close to him, but he couldn’t get a shot. He insists that his spot is better than the one we keep telling him to move to. We would like him to move his stand right next to the fallen oak that filters deer around it. He would have been able to kill all of the deer from that tree. I don’t understand why he won’t listen, but in the end, it doesn’t affect me.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings. How bad is it that it’s 57 degrees as I’m updating this journal at 10:05 p.m. and it feels chilly? I never imagined 57 degrees would feel cold, but when we’ve been sleeping in 70-degree temps, it’s a pleasant relief.