I woke up this morning with great anticipation of finally hunting off a heavy frosted deer stand! I made my way up to my upper pasture without spooking a single deer, (an amazing feat),. After I put out some scent, I was actually saying to myself, I can not believe I made it up here without incident but as soon as I placed my foot on the first step of my climbing stick I heard the loud distinctive snort of a doe! UGH!! But how? The wind was blowing from her to me? Did she hear me? I just shook my head and climbed to my frosty morning perch.
First light came without a single sighting of a deer, unusual I thought. Then about eight o'clock I clearly heard a distinctive grunt from my neighbors CRP field, so I started glassing. There he was, a mature what looked like a mature 10 pointer. So I grunted at him, he just raises his head and looks my way. The wind blowing from him to me. I've been in this situation before and know that with a deer of his age, he won't go where he can't smell. At best he will circle down wind. He just continued on with the occasional grunt. I felt blessed just getting a glimpse of such a magnificent whitetail.
I felt my phone vibrate at 08:37 AM, my wife. She text me, good morning honey, remember big antlers make thin soup and sore back!! I just laughed and I was texting her back my good morning pleasantries the woods erupted with the squirrels going on full alert! I tucked my phone and reached for my bow without even looking. I just knew something was coming. I remember thinking, " it's go time "!
There, downwind from my position, he emerges from the timber edge 60 yards away with his nose up in the air and walking directly towards me. I clearly remember saying to myself, really?? downwind, you have to come from down wind? Why don't they read the script?? At about 40 yards away he started moving ever so slightly to my right, cutting my wind even more! But he keeps coming. But his choice of direction is definitely not in my favor because a large limb that I never got around to cutting down. At 35 yards I started looking for a hole in the limbs and branches to maybe slide a arrow through. I had to squat down a little, There!! There's my hole! I run the numbers, he's broadside, walking and just a hair under 30 yards! I can feel the tension of the string on my fingers intense as I draw as he approaches the hole in the limbs. His right legs extends perfectly in the confines of the hole and then I release!! I remember thinking as I watched my arrow lofting through the air, through the hole, "to high"!! Then,,,,,,,
Topic: Frosty morning on stand,,, (Read 2784 times)
