We woke up to a steady rain. I’ve always loved hunting in the rain during the middle to later part of the season. I’ve always thought that big bucks feel more at ease in the rain. I’m not sure if they think most predators are not moving, but I’ve had good luck in the rain, so I make it a point to be in the woods on days that others tend to turn the alarm off and go back to bed.
I told Barry I would bring him to one of my favorite places, and he was up for the challenge. We walked for an hour before reaching the spot I wanted to bring him.
After dropping him off, I decided I would walk a little farther and wait for daylight. Once daylight came, I put my scouting hat on and began walking. It’s always good to practice different skills when you can. I used the wet conditions to practice my still-hunting technique and do some more scouting.
By the time the day ended, I had a great day in the woods. I just love the way I feel while hunting in the rain. I saw a doe and her two fawns around 7:45 a.m. but that was the last of any animal life I encountered for the day. Barry didn’t see anything, and the weather beat him to a pulp. His spirits were shot and his morale was low. He told me he was done. He wasn’t going to hunt in the morning.
When I look at what my dad is going through right now and see him going in and out of the woods every day, it amazes me to see the determination of some while witnessing the willingness to quit by others.
Brian went to a new area today and said it was really good. He wants me to look at it tomorrow and give my opinion on it.