Well our season is winding down here in IL. This has been the toughest season as far as getting whitetails to stickbow range that I can remember. October was too hot and our rut was just weird. The intensity was off and due to the dry conditions, the bulk of the breeding I believe was done at night. Even with Ms Hope here to share a tree during November, the bucks just wouldn't come to me. At least the good ones that I am looking for. The last day of November I had this nice deer came in and bed 100 yards away. He was no giant, but I wanted to give him a whirl. He winded me as I was slipping down the tree to try a stalk, and my butt whoopin' from this year continued on.
I kept after it through December. I passed on a ton of 3.5 year old deer and due to the whole "maybe there is a late chase" thing, I passed on doe after doe. I kept telling myself I had plenty of time. Well time flys...next thing you know it is January and I have not filled a tag. I have killed a whitetail for most of the last 25 years, so this whole thing was a bit odd. Luckily, I have a great wife, and with a nod to the low freezer, she told me to go kill something this last week. I had killed a cow elk in September and up until now we had been meat rich. But elk doesn't last long at my house, so she didn't have to ask twice!
So with the temps in the teens I found my way to one of my favorite stands and climbed aboard. Snow on the ground and a favorite stand with the best wind. Life is good...