I found a good bit of sign, and noticed one ridge that connected 3 finger ridges and a thicket. When i got to it, i found that it couldnt be any more perfect. There was a 50 yard wide strip of cover on the top of it, and an old road bed going down the middle of it. It was littered with rubs. Even better, right where a ditch came up the hill and topped out on one side, directly across from that an old pine tree had just fell and blocked the roadbed, and the deer were detouring around the top of that fallen tree.
This means they were all walking through a 25 yard stretch on woods, which had every tree in it rubbed. I had found a killer spot, and instantly got that feeling i love so much.
I quickly marked it and headed back to the truck, i was already 30 minutes past when we agreed to meet back. Dad had completely struck out on his side of the road, but nearly scored anyway.
Turns out that on my way back out i had bumped a couple does from bedding and they went right by him, he shot right under her chest, but was all smiles. He said it had gotten him tore up, and that was the point.
After that, we headed south back to NC to a month of grueling school and work, dreaming about the possibilities that Sweet November might hold.