Thanks Don. If I get another perfect wind and it feels right, I may sit there one more time. I wish I were going to be off on the full moon. He strikes me as the type to move around right in the middle of the day. I feel like I am playing checkers with a chess master.
Thanks Pappy. I hope I get to entertain you with a picture of him hanging from my skinning rack one day. Either way you pegged it - it is an adventure.
I agree with you Dakota Kid. They have a sixth sense and, unlike most humans, they react to it, commit to it, and survive. Yeah, I think the rut is winding down early this year. He had no interest in that harem at all. Post rut is a tough time, but all that mating has got to make a fellow hungry - it does me
. I know where he eats, where he sleeps, and where he runs to when it gets ugly... I have looked into his goings and comings until I thought I had him figured. He has more to teach me though, I can feel it. Smart critters in what we call 'the north lake swamp'. There is a group of gobblers in there that roost in that same cypress pond - we call them the 'north lake mafia'. They have bigger medicine than these big bucks, but that is another story.