Thursday, October 4, 2018

I poured in the early afternoon before breaking and becoming calm. Although the sun never poked through the cloud cover, it felt good to know the rain had temporarily stopped. Brian and I headed to an area where I thought a big buck might be hiding.

Instead of setting up stands, we decided to cover some ground to see what we could find. During our journey, we discovered an area torn up with rubs. I’m sure that Brian could kill a nice buck there if he puts some time in when the leaves come down. Unfortunately, we haven’t had anything even remotely close to a frost, so the leaves won’t be coming down anytime soon.

When we came across the rubs, I thought I saw something in the distance. Suddenly, two deer began running over the knob in front of us, one of them carrying a nice rack on its head. If we had guns, we would have been able to get a few shots off before the deer disappeared.

I was impressed with the area we covered tonight. I’m not a big fan of hunting on steep mountains, but this place definitely had possibilities. It reminds me of the mountain where I killed Cliff, the buck I wrote about in my second book. The area was so similar I almost thought I had been bounced back in time.

We are supposed to have one cold day before the heat rolls in next week. The temperatures are supposed to hang in the low 70s all next week but dip into the 30s tomorrow. I wish I could hunt in the morning, but I’ll have to wait until I get out of work to give it a whirl. I’m going to head to my old stomping grounds and walk as far as it takes me to locate some good sign to sit on Saturday morning. I’m looking forward to see what I can find. Something in my gut gives me a good feeling.

I’m still not feeling all that “into” hunting season. I’d like to see at least a few leaves change colors. It might make me feel like fall was in the near future. Instead, I feel like cool weather is a million miles away. Things can happen quickly, so I guess I’ll take it as it comes.

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