This morning had me singing a verse from a Bob Dylan song, "The wind it was howling, and the snow was outrageous". Snowing sideways with a 40 mph wind, and I decided to give deer hunting a try, since the time is getting very short. The wind was helping if I wanted to try to find a buck in a bedding area, so I came in from above where I could look down on beds. The brush in the area where they like to bed is extremely thick, and it was my downfall this morning. As I crept up to look over into the area, I spied a very good buck, and he was bedded, facing away from me with his nose into the wind. He was also 15 yards away, straight downhill. The brush afforded no shot, but just as I was thinking how to work this, he got up, stretched, and moved towards a slightly more open spot. I thought that the shot might occur, until I spied a doe that had me pegged. She did what they always do, stamped her foot, blew, and took off, taking the buck with her. DANG!
This was as close as I have been to a good buck this season, and probably will be as good of an opportunity that I will have. That's why they call it hunting. One more day for a chance. It has been a fun season.
It wasn't the warmest I have ever been, with the wind and blowing snow.
Here is a bit of what the dreary day looked like…Click on the vid.