As I was standing there considering my next move, my attention moved to the inordinate amount of tracks along the edge of the field. Plenty of deer tracks, some extremely large and probably from that big buck I've been after all season. Lots of doe and yearling tracks, some coyote, some big ol' hound dog, and something surprising.
At first I wasn't sure what I was seeing. They were in the bottom of a furrow and weren't very clear. However, as soon as it had stepped in the plowed ground it became abundantly clear what left the tracks.
That's a pretty good-sized black bear. I followed his tracks for about 500 yards across the field. He was munching on corn as he made his way up alongside the river. He ought to be a bigun come hibernation time. Those tracks had to have been made the day before, on Friday. Some of his tracks were on top of the footprints I left Thursday afternoon.
That's the end of this bedtime story. Hopefully the next one will involve an actual bowhunting accomplishment.
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