Skychief
69 Cal.
This evening found me watching a super deep hollow for an unsuspecting doe.
Within a couple hours, I heard the leaves crunching in that particular rhythm that makes a hunter take notice.
She slowly picked her way to a position downhill of me, dawdling her way to a picked soybean field.
Feeding on beech nuts, I watched for a good angle for ten minutes or more.
I finally liked what I saw and my flintlock rifled gun barked.
She fled the way she’d come from and I could hear the end of her race as the woods were calm this evening.
A good friend volunteered to help get her out of the timber in the dark. It’s sure nice to have good friends. That said, I’d helped him with a twelve point buck a few days ago....
She’s a beautiful doe and I feel blessed to have spent time in her woods with her.
Apologies for the pickup truck picture. Circumstances made “in the field” pictures impossible.
Best of luck to you all and stay safe!
Best regards, Skychief.