Jeff and Doug packed up and went home this morning. Brian, Shawn and I planned on going to where I shot the deer a couple of years ago. When we pulled into the place, there were two trucks there. One of the guys was a pain in the ass. He had a little of the Angry Man syndrome. We asked where he was going to be hunting because we didn’t want to get in his way. After he began hemming and hawing, we decided to go elsewhere. There’s no need to deal with the extracurricular shenanigans. We are fairly certain that this guy is the one who stole the camera, too.
After changing our plans and heading down the road, we decided to go to the culvert, one of my favorite places for some reason. When Shawn and Brian set up, they had a buck chasing does under them before daylight. It was way too dark to see them. I saw four bucks today, but none of them were very big. I also saw a couple of does. It doesn’t seem to be on yet.
This evening we all headed south to where Dad missed the big buck last year. Since Dad found a lot of sign, we decided to give it a whirl. It was really bad. I saw three guys, and Brian and Shawn saw two guys; one was carrying a rifle.
It’s supposed to rain through the night and break in the morning. Hopefully, that will get the big boys moving. A few years ago, I killed a really nice buck on November 11, and six years ago today, Dad killed an 11-pointer. An 11-pointer on 11/11/11, simply awesome.
