I've had a rough start to the season with a couple blown opportunities and confidence shrinking, but God put it all together for me this morning.
I'm hunting a standing soybean field where the south edge is a timbered sliver that rises about 30 feet to pasture.
Sticking out and pointing south is a narrow draw and with a NNW wind this morning, and rain last night dampening my foot falls, I decided to sneak in and ground hunt the mouth of that finger.
With my ghille cloak on and feet having cleared brush, I pick up my rattle bag and smack the wood dowels togther. Three bucks immediately answer, the largest barely making P&Y.
Next comes a pair of does, but they're on the opposite side of the draw and not making there way toward me. I gamble and blow my fawn distress call. The big doe comes crashing toward me, but won't commit to the lane. As she is turning to leave, I catch an ear moving-- another lone doe. She obviously read my script for this hunt-- she is coming out of the bean field on the upwind side of my ambush, takes the exact trail I was covering, and stops broadside.
Topic: Kansas Doe (Read 930 times)
