Headed for the woods today to do a little still hunting. Late in the season like this is usually tough and I more or less just felt like hanging out in the woods and if I did happen to get a shot at one that would just be a bonus!
I ended up in an area that is loaded with nostalgia. This area is one of my all-time favorite spots. It is an old woods that is full of huge oak and beach trees; it is just a gorgeous area to hunt anytime of the year. What makes it so exceptional is that there is a natural funnel created by a saddle in the hillside that flattens out and butts up to a deep creek ravine that runs into a large beaver pond.
Just walking into this area I experience an eerie feeling. There have been so many memories made in this area throughout my career as a hunter. Some good and some humbling experiences.
There are too many memories made here to talk about them all but just a few off the top of my head are of my dad, my grandpa and I tracking a great 8 point that my dad shot many years ago.
Helping my uncle hang up a tree stand in a large oak when I was a youngster. I remember being so excited just to be helping my dad, or uncle or grandpa with anything related to hunting!
I remember him using those screw in steps and managed to find one that was still in the tree but now almost completely overtaken by the oak! I'm not sure why it was left there but a neat reminder. Less than ten yards I found a razorhead still stuck in a small cherry tree; short story here I had a shot at button-buck several years ago, he just walked up to me and my father as we were discussing the mornings hunt. As you can see the button buck lived another day!
3-4 years ago I was sitting in this spot just watching a little chipmunk play in the leaves when all of a sudden a CRASH and the chipmunk was gone! I was unaware of a large Hawk in the area that had also been watching the chipmunk, this incident nearly made me fall out of my stand from jumping so tremendously!
A couple recent memories include my buddy and I hunting from a large oak in this area during the rut, he was filming me and were about to climb down after an extremely windy all day sit with very little action when all of a sudden a giant buck chased a hot doe right under our tree. This buck was grunting so loudly that it intimidated the both of us! The buck got to within in 12 yards behind us, and I ultimately ended up passing on the shot because of low light; it was a great experience though.
The most recent memory is from this fall when I managed to get a 10 yard broadside shot at another great buck, unfortunately I forgot to compensate for the angle in my tree stand and hit him high, after looking for the entire day and finding no blood or trace of the deer my dad and I were unable to recover him, I thanked him for sacrificing his entire day of hunting to help me. These are the memories that always stick but not in the way we would like, however I am very thankful that I was able to hunt that whole day with my Dad.
I just wanted to share with everyone the spot that will always be special to me. If you have one of those spots share your stories as well. Hopefully I didn't post too many pics that give away my spot! :D
The razorhead
The tree step
My spot
Topic: Just one of those spots (Read 359 times)
