This has always been one of my favorite days to hunt and we’ve had some great luck on this day over the years. It has been a long time since we’ve killed one on Thanksgiving, but that’s because we started passing a lot of deer. It was brutally cold and windy this morning. I sat on the ridge where I killed my first buck. It was neat to dash back in time for the few hours I sat there. Right from the start I felt like I wasn’t going to see anything. I pulled the cards from my camera on top of the hill above me. I left the camera on an active scrape. A few bucks had visited the scrape a while back, but none recently. Some does had wandered past the camera over the last few days, but no bucks followed them. On the way out we saw a doe cross the ridge above us. We were near The Rock when we spotted her. I was surprised there wasn’t a buck behind her.
