Although I knew I shouldn’t go out today, I couldn’t resist. The mountains are screaming my name this year. My home is in the mountains. I love hunting here, even though my chance of killing a high-scoring deer are very slim. I just enjoy being in God’s country. I’ve hunted all over the United States and there really isn’t anything like it. It’s my home. I love the challenge of finding a deer and trying to kill it. Finding one is half the battle in these mountains.
Well, tonight I went back to where I hunted earlier in the week. Something told me to return there. There was a significant amount of sign in there, and I feel like with a little time, I might be able to connect with the big buck I have on video.
I sat until dark and didn’t see a thing. It was a little too windy for the area I was sitting in. I’m sure my scent was blowing in all sorts of directions. I won’t be back in there until next week. Tonight I’m headed to an area I haven’t hunted in a number of years. I’m going to spend the the next three days there. Hopefully, the deer will be moving. I put some cameras in this area back in the late summer. I don’t know what to expect. It could be good or it could be bad. I will still be in the general area I’ve been hunting for the last few years, but I will be about five miles from the spot I spend the most time in. I will be headed to a valley between two pretty rugged mountains. It’s extremely hard to access. Although I have a lot of time in the area in the past, I hope it won’t be too bad in the morning when I begin my journey well before daylight. I’m excited about it.