Well, ya see, I got up an extra hour early and ended up leaving the camp at 0400. Bein that I kinda forgot to compensate for the timezone change on my alarm clock. I get into my stand and sit till just past 10, and the only thing I see are birds, and I can hear hogs back in the thick stuff. So, I get down, and go over and check the cam. Dead. Batteries musta gave out a while back. So, I take it down and head to the truck. Nothin on the plots, but I can hear the hogs in the chop, but that's stuff's 4' tall, and I can't tell where they are. So, I go back to the truck to get new batteries for the cam. Since I've disturbed the area, I figure I'll go back with the shotgun when I set the camera back up. Well, I set the cam and headed back to the truck, cus I wanted to check out a couple other spots. Well, I didn't get too far. 50 yards from my big plot on the way out, I get stopped by 2 doe and 2 fawns on the food plot. I froze and waited for what seemed like hours (actually about 20 minutes). One of the fawns came toward me down the trail to w/in 10 feet. I willed myself to become one with the scrub around me. Leafy camo works! Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. That and scent control. Anyways, this little one finally turns around and heads back to mama and friends. So, at a snail with a limp, I inch my way toward the food plot as the deer move away. When I get to the last bush at the opening, I realized that these deer weren't going anywhere. My plot is only 2" tall at most, and the clover and turnips barely have 2 leaves on most sprouts, but they are tearing em up.
We'll, there I was, less than 10 yards from a really nice doe, a smaller one, and 2 fawns, and all I have is a shotgun and my Uncle Henry pocket knife. So, I didn't wanna spook em by makin any noise or just walkin out, cus I didn't want to blow my stands. What's a guy to do, but text a buddy (PCBFish). Well, little did I know that old farts can't read "text-ese". He does finally make his way to the food plot in his truck, which is what I wanted, cus the critters up there are used to vehicles and will come right back immediately after you drive off.
Well, PCB proceeds to give me an earful about my texting skills, but in the end, the desired outcome was the same; him showin up spooked the deer off so I could get back out to the truck.
We headed back the trailers for lunch. That's when I found out how sensitive old people are about their age. PCB all talkin about have 24/7/365 to hunt, so he wasn't gonna hunt that afternoon. Naturally, I just figured he was and star AARP member havin all that free time to hunt, and figurin that bein retired and all down here for a couple years, he had to be older than 65. Well, you'da thought I'd pissed in his oatmeal, hid his prunes, and stomped on his gomers. Gee, um, sorry, PCB. I, uh, well, ya see...um, sorry, dude.
And, then, Sunday, when the alarm went off, I was done. Hit snooze (actually hit the OFF button) and didn't wake up till 7. Oh
well, so much for gettin in an early hunt. Went to my stand, and proceeded to watch a deer parade at 100-150 yards from my stand. Since I didn't have any JATO packs to attach to my XWeaves, I had to just sit there an watch em pass. Hunt, ended uneventfully, I packed up and headed back home. I'm not even gonna get into the 5 hour drive up there that turned into 8 hours. Week and a half till Thanksgiving and General Gun opener.
Well, gotta go start packin up for the weekend trip. Jumpin off for most of the weekend till Monday. Good luck, ya'll.
Good Luck and kill something!
he needs it.........lol
Yep and while he's not on here Disney boy needs to learn how to text, I still say that he wrote something about doe in his truck with his bow and he was eating lunch under his feeder with the pigs and if I called him his shotgun would ring. See you when you get here. Oh yes call me DON"T TEXT. You know how us old people are we can't hear or read very good. :crip
