I hunted a
beautiful spot this afternoon- a hardwood row between two farm fields, the field I walked to the stand through was low seeming to give the deer some sense of security I would think. Anyhow I got there plenty early as my buddy seemed to think that they'd be moving early afternoon. If they did I didn't see them.
But 45 mins before dark I look up to see a deer emerge from the tree line a couple hundred yards in front of me. My buddy told me that it would follow the tree line right to me and he was right. A couple of minutes later he was within bow range but hung up behind some limbs. For some reason he was on edge, kept looking the direction a dog was barking then looking into the woods where I was. I don't think he ever spotted me but turned and bounded toward where my buddy had taken his climbing stand. He took a shot at it but bounced the arrow off of a heavy bone (according to his version of the story
. )
Anyhow I didn't get a shot but surely did enjoy time spent in the woods.
When I got out to the field I had to walk across to get back to the truck the fog had laid down in the low ground, making a picture perfect end to the day.
