When I was a kid, my dad used to always take us to a gun season deer camp. We loved it, and I have very fond memories of it. Like a lot of things in life though, that deer camp fell victim to the responsibilities of work, family, and a just a general conflict of schedules for people. So the last few years, a friend and myself have started our own October archery deer camp. He is still trying to get his 1st archery deer, but mainly enjoys the camping aspect more than anything else.
Last year we hunted in IL because of the availability of so much public land, and the fact that it’s only a 35 minute drive from my house in MO to get to camp. There’s a ton of national forest, and I love that because it give me room to roam and explore.
We decided to camp and hunt the same area this year. We would have a full week to hunt and camp in some nice weather. I came over this past Sunday, and he met me here midday on Monday. I was able to set up camp with my new to me enclosed trailer/camper on Sunday and get an evening hunt in.
I ended up getting on a buck Sunday while scouting, but I bumped him out of his bed and he didn’t show back up the rest of the evening. Monday morning I decided to try a new area that I was familiar with from hunting some from several years back. On the walk in the morning I ran into several deer. I was pleased with that since it at least gave me a good starting point. I didn’t see anything after setting up that morning, but I did some scouting afterwards and found some good buck sign that I felt needed to be hunted that day.
So after going back to camp and meeting up with my buddy, we decided to hunt the same area I had that morning. I had a spot picked for each of us since he had never been there before. Both had good buck sign, so I felt fairly confident we may see something…..