Today was the first day of the Northern Zone rifle season in New York. We headed to the family camp last night and rolled in around midnight. Unfortunately, we got about three hours of sleep before it was time to get up.
Listening to the rain pound off the tin roof, I was all but excited to get moving. Since we have killed some really good deer in the Adirondacks on the first day of the season, even in bad weather, I decided to get going.
Heading into the woods, I knew it was going to be miserable. The rain was coming down in buckets, and I didn’t suspect that it was about to stop in the near future.
Drenched to the bone, I decided to head out of the woods around noon. I saw a few tracks here and there, but I didn’t see anything that excited me. There are still too many leaves on the trees. The wind that they’re calling for tomorrow should take care of a lot of them.
Dad, Brian and Josh didn’t see anything either. Although nothing much happened, I went back and stepped inside a lot of the fantastic memories I have from opening days. I killed my heaviest Adirondack deer on opening day, so going back in time was a pleasant experience for me today.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings. The forecast calls for some snow tonight.
Here’s a picture of camp from a few years ago on a similar day, and here’s the big buck I killed on opening day a few years back.
