I snuck into the hardwood timber, the wind was right, the brush was thick .... So were the bugs .... And the peace of the quiet timber was soaking in. It feels so good to be back doing the thing that stirs my soul the most. Also, thank goodness for Thermacell!
After a few hours of enjoying the change in the understory light as the sun slowly sunk in the west, with woods quitting down for the evening, a squirrel started furiously barking about 40 yards to my right. I slowly stood from my pack chair to look over the brush. Nothing was there. As I sat back down I noticed to my left a fawn looking at me 14 yards away. Just then Momma walked down the trail I was set up on ... Oblivious to me. Her fawn started to act a little spooky, which in turn made her very nervous as she was completely broadside to me. She looked around, checked the wind, head bobbed, stomped ... All the while her 2 fawns looked around, softly bleated, browsed, played ... But did not stray too far from momma.
After about 10 minutes, she took her fawns away. 15 minutes later, she came back, circled me and did eventually catch my wind as evidenced by three deer blowing at me. Shortly after that, a squirrel calmly walked to my boots, looked me over and went on its way.
It is good to be back in the timber with my bow - so close to the game I seek. I had no intention of shooting her or her fawns, but it still felt like a win, and I am so glad to be back hunting again.
Best of luck to all this year,
Bob.
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