There is something special about opening day. For the process with all it's highs and lows... Struggles and accomplishments to begin again. In Cuba NY our morning began with rain and heavy fog...
With an east wind I took a different approach to my hunting area. As the fog lingered i kept a watchful eye toward the field while I still hunted 20 yards inside the face of a woods. Often there are large scrapes under the drooping oak branches where the woods and field meet, often deer beds just inside the woods, always rubs on the old logging roads leading toward the field... This is prime hunting ground. Moving through cover slowly is a challenge for me early in the season... Its like I need to refine that slower gear, those stealthy movements.
As I progressed further along the field edge a blow down tree top pushed me deeper into the timber. As moved slowly back toward the woods edge more of the field came into view. About the time I could see the field rather well I saw a year and a half old spike that had found my wind take his first of many big loping bound along the woods edge towards safety.
Those long graceful seemingly effortless bounds, that flagging twitchy big white tail, the forward curving bone like antlers mostly obscured by his ears.... That's it.... It has begun! I am a hunter again and I feel very alive
Topic: To the Bone! The primitive Rendezvous 2014 (Read 3563 times)
