This morning was nice. It was 41 degrees when I got out of my truck. I saw a few bucks on the road as I made my way across the country roads to my hunting spot. I figured the deer would move, but I was wrong. We sat until around 9:30 to give it one last shot. Dad saw a few deer, but I didn’t see anything. It was rather disappointing. When I took my stand out of the tree, I began to think back on my previous visits to Illinois. For some reason, it seems like Illinois is my kryptonite. I can’t seem to break the ice in Illinois. This was my third trip to the state. At least this time out, I saw a lot of shooter bucks. Since I threw all of my eggs in one basket, I knew I was coming home with a Booner or nothing. It’s not often that you know the buck you’re hunting is a Booner, and the pictures I had assured me of what I was pursuing.
We packed our bags and hit the road around noon. I followed dad and Brian to Ohio. They’re going to stay there for a week, but I have to return home due to a lack of vacation time. I wish my work revolved around hunting, so I could spend every day afield. This is my first trip to the Midwest in as long as I can remember that I won’t be coming home with at least one nice buck. I learned a lot. I also realize that it’s impossible to control the weather. The temperatures throughout the week definitely kept the overall activity a little less than normal.
Here’s one of the many deer we have killed on November 12.
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