Just a couple more days of does only hunting in TN, the weather may cancel today and Friday for me, I don't hunt with my flinter in the rain.
Yesterday evening I sat on a hillside separating a tangle of a sweetgum thicket and big woods, I was just inside the woods. I had a perfectly clear view of the trail crossing the huge hollow and heading up the ridge behind me.
The leaves were as dry as corn flakes, I heard the deer come from the bedding area across the hollow and head my way. It was a toss up for a while, deer or armadillo, they both sound the same in dry leaves. Then I heard the unmistakable prancing step of a deer, it sounded like several deer and they were headed right at me. They were feeding and it took a while for them to get up the hill to me. I couldn't see them because of the tangle of brush and trees in front of me, the daylight was fading fast.
I was sitting on a strap on tree seat and had a 4" persimmon tree in front of me to rest my rifle on.
I brought my rifle up, rested it on my hand which was braced on the persimmon tree and waited for what I was sure was a done deal, they had to follow the trail in front of me.
Now, I have one very good ear and one that I have lost some hearing in, triangulating sound direction doesn't often work out well for me.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, why can't I see them, they sound like they are right in front of me. My rifle feels like it weighs 20 pounds at this point, I have to let it down. WOOF,WOOF, WOOF, I see flags and hear the clatter of rapidly departing feet.
Those rascals stayed in the thick stuff and came out 30 yards to my left even though my aged ears told me they were right in front of me.They were standing there looking at me when I lowered my rifle, game over.
I actually laughed out loud at being snookered by these three deer on what might be my last hunt on this land for the year.
It was a great way to wind up a season but I am watching the weather channel to see if I can sneak one more hunt in. I killed one doe and picked up a fresh road kill so I am OK in the meat department. it was a great year, some frustrating misses, lots of sightings and plenty of time spent in the woods.
Yesterday evening I sat on a hillside separating a tangle of a sweetgum thicket and big woods, I was just inside the woods. I had a perfectly clear view of the trail crossing the huge hollow and heading up the ridge behind me.
The leaves were as dry as corn flakes, I heard the deer come from the bedding area across the hollow and head my way. It was a toss up for a while, deer or armadillo, they both sound the same in dry leaves. Then I heard the unmistakable prancing step of a deer, it sounded like several deer and they were headed right at me. They were feeding and it took a while for them to get up the hill to me. I couldn't see them because of the tangle of brush and trees in front of me, the daylight was fading fast.
I was sitting on a strap on tree seat and had a 4" persimmon tree in front of me to rest my rifle on.
I brought my rifle up, rested it on my hand which was braced on the persimmon tree and waited for what I was sure was a done deal, they had to follow the trail in front of me.
Now, I have one very good ear and one that I have lost some hearing in, triangulating sound direction doesn't often work out well for me.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, why can't I see them, they sound like they are right in front of me. My rifle feels like it weighs 20 pounds at this point, I have to let it down. WOOF,WOOF, WOOF, I see flags and hear the clatter of rapidly departing feet.
Those rascals stayed in the thick stuff and came out 30 yards to my left even though my aged ears told me they were right in front of me.They were standing there looking at me when I lowered my rifle, game over.
I actually laughed out loud at being snookered by these three deer on what might be my last hunt on this land for the year.
It was a great way to wind up a season but I am watching the weather channel to see if I can sneak one more hunt in. I killed one doe and picked up a fresh road kill so I am OK in the meat department. it was a great year, some frustrating misses, lots of sightings and plenty of time spent in the woods.