I hunted in the same place this morning that I hunted last night, except I sat in a different stand. I had a great feeling about it, but the day turned up being empty. It was 37 degrees in my truck when I headed into the woods. I sat all day, so I have no idea what the temperature got up to. It was 57 degrees when I got back to the truck after dark.
It was a really slow morning. Shortly after it got light, I could hear a deer grunting in the thick stuff. He grunted occasionally for about an hour. I never saw the animal, but the grunt was deep and guttural. I would have liked to get a look at the buck.
Around 11:00 a.m., I had a buck come out of the bottom behind me. It was the same 8-pointer I saw last night. Unfortunately for him, he had a broken G-2 that wasn’t broken last night. He also had blood pouring out of his neck from a wound. He must’ve really gotten his ass kicked during the night. I saw him a few more times throughout the day and one doe, too. I decided to name him the Hole in the Neck Buck.
Dad only saw a 4-pointer and a few does. It was a slow day for him, too.
Brian had the best day of all of us. He saw 10 bucks this morning, but he’s really miserable. Hopefully, his mood changes for the better. He saw two does this morning. I’m not sure what is bothering him, but I do know that I’ve never seen him like I saw him today.
We will see what tomorrow brings. I’m not really feeling it. I’m hoping that Brian and dad get a whack at something.