Friday, November 16, 2018

I headed north today to hunt with my Cousin Kyle. I wanted to be in the woods before daylight, but the weather report didn’t agree with my wishes. We got pounded by the Nor’easter, and it dropped anywhere from a foot to 18 inches in my region.

Since the roads were a mess, I decided to wait until the road crews had a grip on things before heading up the road.  I figured the deer would be hunkered down until the storm passed.

When Kyle and I got into the woods, it was shortly after noon. We both wandered around in Kyle’s area to see what we could find. We found a lot of tracks, and it appeared that some bucks had been chasing does.

On my way out of the woods,  I swore that I might head home and call it a weekend. It was merely impossible to navigate through the woods without wearing yourself out. Knee-height seemed to be the average depth of the snow, and many places I found the snow up to my waist. It wasn’t fun at all, and I expended all sorts of energy just to get out of the woods. Unfortunately, I didn’t have snowshoes with me today. I think I will be moving to a couple of other areas I’ve hunted in the past to get away from the snow. It appears that the snow just piled up in this particular area as compared to many other places I’ve seen.

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