hey, guys, been a while. thanks for callin' me out, I deserve it...
Tracy and Tom are right, I've kinda been on a milk carton lately. A bum shoulder has kept me from shooting 3-D, and I have been getting a lot of flyfishing in. But it's huntin' season, and I have been doing a little tree sittin'.
My son and I hunt with ksbowman on his spread; plenty of deer, just a matter of being in the right spot. I've had kind of a dry spell going on deer, and was really needing to get a notch in my quiver. Ben had set up a new stand at the north end of the farm, and his son-in-law had shot a turkey a few weeks back. I had sat this stand last week, and while I didn't see deer, I got to watch a mama bobcat and her kitten hunt around me for about half an hour (including a cool rabbit chase) The stand was in a good spot, and I knew it would produce if we gave it a chance...
As I walked in, I bumped a couple of deer from beneath a spreading osage tree. I watched a white tail bob through the woods toward a creekside stand that my son hunts a lot. The other deer froze behind a stand of mixed trees. I slowly eased along a fenceline, trying to herd the deer back into the creek. I used the ol' G. Fred trick of walking "toe-heel", keeping as much brush between us as possible. When I reached the edge of the timber, I saw that it was a young spike, who was craning his neck to see what was coming. When he finally made me, he turned, snorted, and bounded back into the creek bottom. I moved on up the line, patting myself on the back for keeping a wayward deer in play....
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