Shortly after that deer trotted out of my life I heard something else coming, you guessed it, those same guys. They had busted him out of a thicket, a thicket that 3 of us were hunting. As they walked by I decided to be nice and threw my hand up with a nod. The guy looked right at me, shot me a "go to heck" look and turned right, no wave, nod, or anything.
I was fuming, the guy could have at least threw his hand up.
After that debacle I decided that was all I could handle of that crew. I slid down the tree and headed out. Ethan and Aaron had both also been messed up, and were equally as aggravated with our stalkers.
After a couple cheeseburgers at a local gas station, we were back on the hunt.
This was the last evening, and our hopes were all but shot. Ethan decided to go sit back where my dad had hunted the whole time, after all he had seen a shooter multiple times with no shot. Aaron and I decided we would go back in the vicinity of where I shot my buck last year.
Aaron's dad had been hunting the area, and on his way out that morning he had seen several deer including two good bucks on the next ridge over from where he had been hunting. We said what the heck, and gave it a go.
Topic: 2018 Stickboys Ohio Public Land Buck (Read 8065 times)
