The weather finally broke this morning, and it was 56 degrees on our way to hunt. I had to laugh a little because it’s still warm, but it feels like Jack Frost dropped in for a visit.
Brian and I went back to hunt along the creek where we had an abundance of pictures of different bucks, including Frank the Tank. We figured we would give it another shot. The north wind wasn’t the best for the area in our opinion, but we took the shot anyway.
As we made our way to the places we wanted to sit, the woods lighted up with eyeballs in every direction. There were deer bedded all over the place. None of the deer spooked, and they let us walk past them.
After climbing into the stand, I liked how things looked. The wind blew pretty well for most of the morning, and it blew out of the north.
Within the first hour of daylight, a 7-pointer chased a doe and fawn past me. I could’ve easily shot him. After they left, I saw a good one in the brush. He turned and headed back toward where he came from. I was disappointed because he was definitely a shooter.
The rest of the morning passed quickly. When the clock climbed toward 11, I realized I had seen six bucks and a couple of does. I saw a few good ones, but nothing that really stood out. Brian was only 150 yards from me and never saw a deer. Dad saw a few does in the spot where he wounded the buck, and Josh and Jeff didn’t see anything.
This afternoon, I went back into the area I hunted this morning. On the way in, I jumped a giant out of its bed. He got up and never ran. Instead, he sauntered down a runway as if to let me know he ruled the area and had no fears. I was stunned at his actions – and size.
Around 4 p.m., the woods blew up with deer. I ended up seeing two more shooters and five other bucks, all 8-pointers. Three bucks freshened different scrapes. It was quite a scene to see and something that many people could probably never imagine. I watched a shooter walk past a borderline shooter that was making a scrape. The buck continued to another scrape and thrashed it while the smaller buck pissed on his hocks in the scrape he was working. Neither buck paid attention to the other. I’ve seen many sights in my life and this one is surely one that I won’t forget anytime soon. I brought Dad with me tonight and he saw a spike and two does. I think I found a great spot for him. He’s 103 yards from the road, and I firmly believe he can kill a big buck there. The hill fades so he can see cars, but the cars can’t see him. It’s a perfect place for deer, and there are two great runways in front of him. I carried his stand in there. I ‘m hoping he gets a look at one of the good ones tomorrow. I’m just down the hill from where he is sitting.
I think someone will get a crack at one tomorrow. I hope it’s Brian because he is getting extremely testy. I’m not sure what’s going on, but he is pretty miserable right now. He tends to hold things inside, and I’m not sure what is going on. Maybe he will talk about it in a day or two. Hopefully, he gets a crack at one. I can’t handle the moodiness.
Here’s something I saw in the woods today that made me chuckle. The second picture is one of the small bucks I watched during the morning sit.
