I went back to my old faithful spot this morning. I haven’t been to that spot since 2015, so it was an adventure trying to figure out where I wanted to be when it got light out. Finally, I found the same tree I used to climb, and the tree had grown substantially.
Shortly after daylight, I had a nice 10-pointer come off the hill in front of me. He fed by me at 25 yards and took his time doing it. I filmed him for a while. I’m guessing he was in front of me for at least 10 minutes before moving on. It was a pleasurable sight to watch.
A short time later, a doe and fawn made their way out of the thick stuff below me and started coming on a main runway below the stand. After a shift in the wind, they stopped and felt something wasn’t quite right. They quickly disappeared, blowing as they ran over the hill.
Around 10, a nice, little spike followed in the 10’s tracks. It also fed for a bit before moving on. A doe followed him a few minutes later. I climbed down about an hour after the action and headed out of the woods to set another stand for Dad.
I got the stand up, but it didn’t leave much time for me to do anything. I decided to go check out an area I’ve never hunted. During my walk, I spotted two bucks pushing some does around. One of the bucks was a no-doubt shooter, probably in the mid 150s for score. I nocked an arrow and waited for a shot. The opportunity never presented itself, and I made my way out of the woods.
I saw two 10s, two 6s and two spikes today, along with a handful of does. Dad saw a few does and two bucks. He saw a really big 10 this morning that he couldn’t get a shot at.
We will see what tomorrow brings. I can’t seem to shake being in a crappy mood. I’m hoping it turns around a bit. I really haven’t had the ability to focus on hunting yet.