The other deer turns out to be a spike and he doesn't want to go back where they came from so he comes to 8 yards before he looks back at mom and then decides to follow. They go up the bank and head back north and I believe they bedded down.
I hunted for about 2 more hours and the wind started acting squirrley so I decided to call it a hunt. I did not want to mess this spot up. I am packing up and the wind comes out of the east for a short time and I am thinking I need to get out of there when the slience is broken by a very loud deer snort or blow or whatever you want to call it. All I know is it took a very calm, serene atmosphere and absolutley disrupted it! Turns out that was a deer that bedded in that tree cause when I looked around I saw that white tail going the opposite direction right on the side of that tree.
I packed up and made the short walk back to the kayak, loaded up and headed down river to my pick up spot. Very little paddling was necessary on this stretch. The current just carries you along. I was reflecting on my experience with the doe, fawn and spike and gave thanks to the Lord for one more awesome morning in the woods. I thought how I set up too close to the trail and how I might do it different next time. I also thought about all the things that went right on this hunt. Mostly I thought about how much I love hunting on the ground - so simple and easy in some respects and yet so challenging in other aspects.
My thoughts were interrupted by movement ahead. A Kingfish flew off a tree hanging over the water making his own unique noise. That's when I noticed movement on the big sand point. A group of 7 hen turkeys were mulling around in the open. They obviously don't like red cause as soon as they saw my kayak they flew out of there. Yep, this is sneaky... and I like being sneaky. I think I'll do this again some day... Lord willing.
Here's what that point looks like near where I parked to hunt.