Sunday, Oct. 10, 2021

We headed back into the same piece of woods that we hunted yesterday. There’s just too much sign in there to ignore it. I forgot to mention it yesterday, but I must add that the area where I found the big scrape is loaded with white oaks, and they were raining acorns. It’s only a matter of time before the deer make themselves known. They can’t resist white oaks for very long, and I could see where they had already rummaged through the leaves in search of the delicacy.

During my sit, I spotted a fisher in a small creek. It played for a short time before racing up the hill and out of sight. The rest of the morning passed without much activity. Kentucky didn’t see anything either.

When we got out of the stands to come home around 11, the temperature had already climbed to 70 degrees. It just doesn’t want to let up. If anyone has followed this journal for a number of years, you will know that I can’t stand hunting in high heat. It doesn’t usually add up to a successful recipe. On the news, I saw where it was the sixth hottest September on record, and where we stand right now for October, we are on course to break the all-time record. That’s just not conducive to good hunting.

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