By 4 p.m. I was back out in the woods and swinging a wide path to the stand. I wanted the first time a deer smelled where I'd walked to be much too late for him.
At least that's the plan. :D
I gave it a good sit, but nothing showed. Squirrel movement was zilch and all the birds were holed up somewhere.
All in all a very miserable evening.
I considered what the limitations of the shot would have to be considering the rain.
It should be a very close shot and delivered with as close to surgical precision as possible... the blood trail needed to be short and profuse to withstand the light, but steady rain.
I intended to poke a big ole Magnus I clear through and into the dirt on the other side.
Ah yes! The best laid plans.
I'm off for north Mo. tomorrow for a few days with my old hunting partner Butch. Should be back on Friday.
Where the turkeys are pretty scarce on the property close to home, there are loads of them where I'm going.
Gonna work out the ghillie some more and get that deer from the ground for Joe Lash.... and/or a turkey, but they don't ever play fair.