It was an uncharacteristically cool morning for early September in Northern Virginia. Temps in the high fifties and humidity almost non-existent. In short....It was GORGEOUS!
I was hunting on a little 17 acre hunk of private property near the base of a mountain in Loudon County, Virginia. (and for you Out-West TradGangers, that's a lower case "m"-mountain, not a BIG-M Mountain).
Equipment Check: My 29 1/4" red & white fletched Gold Tip Traditional 3555s were tipped with 175 Grain Woodsman Elites. I knew they were SHARP. (Thanks, again, Ron)
I had been practicing hard with the 60" Bocote Holm-Made River Runner I had purchased from Killdeer the year before. My ongoing transition from training wheels to trad had been tough. The 48# draw weight doesn't sound like much after pulling compound weight, but all of my new trad buddies had me convinced that set-up I was using would have more than enough penetration, as long as I limited myself to shorter ranges 10-20 yards. They would prove right....
I set up looking uphill about two feet behind a large white oak, with a bunch of young shingle oaks directly behind me providing good cover. I propped my Big Jim Ground hunter seat against a dead tree, eased back against it in my Leafy Wear camo, and began the anxious wait for dawn. I was confident in my scent control and the wind direction, and I had also taken the extra step to paint my face. I felt invisible....and I guess I must have been...
Here's a quick vid showing the view from my hunting spot after the sun came up...
http://s1244.photobucket.com/user/Doug_Simon/media/20130907OpeningDayView_zpsdd9149f2.mp4.html