Well, cut away for a couple of hours this evening, and once again mother nature proved that I am only an intruder amongst its inhabitants. Sitting in my blind reading one of my Christmas presents,"Longbows In The North", when the witching hour came. I glance up to my left and slowly realize that I'm looking at a mature doe standing at the edge of the woodlot I'm in. She's about 75 yards away, but has clear line of sight on me.
I have no idea how long she has been there or if she has been preceded by others that I am yet unaware of. I do my best impression of a tree for the moment and she seems satisfied enough to continue her stroll into the wood lot on a path that I hope will bring her within crock pot range.
My Redman is across my lap, my arrows close enough, so I quickly pluck a Zwickey tipped cedar, nock it and resume my vigil. There are more now, seven in total that I know of, milling around and nibbling on grass.
Did I mention that I quickly grabbed my arrow? Well, maybe a little too quickly. As I'm watching them graze, one or possibly more have been watching me. I wasn't hid nearly as well as I thought, and they let me know it by waving bye, bye as they returned from whence they came.
Oh well, it was still an awesome day, and an appreciated departure after more than two weeks hiatus, the holiday rush, working on Christmas day, and a bad cold. Woo hoo!
By the way, for those that have not E. Donnall Thomas Jr.'s book, it is an excellent read.
Tim