This was probably our best morning. It was 41 degrees when I headed into the woods. I expected to have a great morning. Unfortunately, my plans didn’t come to fruition. I didn’t see a deer. Brian didn’t see anything either. Dad saw some deer once again. He saw a small buck, but was undecided on whether to shoot.
This evening I went back to the same stand above the water hole. I saw a small buck and had two other deer blowing at me just before dark. I saw the small buck at 5:15. He came out of all of the thick stuff down in front of me and a little to the right. Dad saw a nice 8 tonight but couldn’t get a shot. Brian went down in the swamp near camp where Doug saw the bucks a few years ago and didn’t see anything. We’ll see what happens tomorrow. We are going to sit in the morning and head to Illinois to hunt in the evening.