I have had the good fortune to be able to hunt in Pike County Illinois this season, an area obviously known for big bucks. I was also able to hunt for over two weeks in November so far. Because of this...I raised my standards fairly high, as far as what size buck I wanted to shoot, but also kept my goal realistic. I decided I was not going to shoot a buck that was under 140 inches net. I hunted very hard during this time, and was seeing a number of decent bucks. I passed up 15 bucks at 20 yards or less...including multiple Pope and Young contenders and saw many other bucks that were out of shooting range. But I was also continuosly plagued with bad luck. It seems that every time a buck I was interested in taking was working it's way too me, something out of my control would happen, leaving me without a shot. You guys all know what I mean. The worst was one evening I had 4 bucks coming towards me, all traveling together. I thought it was odd to have four bucks hanging out in November. The first two were nice bucks in the 130 inch range. The third buck was a monster 6x5 in the 160 inch range, and the last one was a little 1.5 year old. I was in a tree that I had picked out last february. Big tree with lots of background cover. Here they come. They were working through a funnel that was going to give me a 15 yard shot. All I had to do was let the first two little ones pass through, and the big one was gonna get it. The first one went right through my lane, and the second was right behind him just a few yards. Unbelievebly, right when he got in my lane he decided to make a scrape. When he reached up to do the licking branch thing, his head was aiming upwards at in angle that put me right in his line of sight. I was not concerned because of the good cover my tree had, not to mention that I was wearing a facemask. I still cannot believe it, but somehow that buck picked me off, and ran out of there, taking the big one with him, who never had a clue I was there.
Anyway, I had numerous other examples of similar incidents resulting in just plain bad luck.
So here it is...Thanksgiving, and I have the go ahead to head back to Pike county from my wife. She is very understanding. However, for some reason I just don't feel like going. Skipping out on hunting in November when I have the chance is not something I have ever done. I feel like I just need a little break. Not to mention that I feel a little guilty leaving my wife at home, especially since I was gone for two weeks earlier in the month. Anybody else ever go through this? I'll probably end up changing my mind, and hitting the road in the morning, (Pike county is over 3 hours from my house) but for now, I feel content to just stay back. I think I may be going crazy.