Thursday, November 23, 2017

Today is Thanksgiving Day. It seems earlier this year than normal. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. It was 19 degrees when we headed into the woods this morning. I headed back to the area where I saw a nice bear the first weekend of rifle season in hopes of seeing it again.

When I walked through the area yesterday, I noticed that deer had been feeding on beechnuts in the area, so I figured bears might be searching for some good eats, too. The morning passed too quickly, and I was far from ready to come out of the woods when we left.

Neither Dad nor I saw any type of animal today. It didn’t seem like the deer were moving. Brian passed up a nice little 4-pointer at 9:00. He said it passed by him at 20 yards and never knew he was there. That’s always a cool experience.

Although we’ve killed many great deer on Thanksgiving Day, including the Brow Tine Buck and the Blizzard Buck, which I wrote about in my first book, we didn’t have the opportunity to repeat some of those fantastic memories of my father taking down some great bucks.

Deer movement seems minimal right now, and I still haven’t located the bear sign I’m looking for. I won’t give up because things can change in a few seconds, and I know bears are still out and about.

Some Thanksgiving Day bucks from our collection.


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