Actually, I was deer and/or hog hunting but on my last morning out I had decided to shoot whatever presented. This is one thing I like about handgun hunting. I usually carry my 357 Herrett in a shoulder rig for big game and the above 410 at my right hip for anything else.
I got out on stand before daylight as usual, and sat in my chair dozing in and out. I was probably more on the "out" side as I didn't see this little guy come in, but my ears picked up the sound of claws on bark and I looked up slowly to see him directly in front of me at ten paces on top of a broken off tree trunk staring at this "new thing" in the woods. He had ample opportunity to beat a hasty retreat as I slowly moved my hand to my lap and the previously unholstered pistol resting there. His curiosity proved to be his undoing and he became camp meat yesterday.
The only deer I saw was when I was coming off stand the previous morning. I don't know what it was, since it saw me first as I was distracted while crossing some broken down barbed wire. When I looked up I saw the white flag making for parts unknown. It was very windy all week, but I can't say I've ever had a bad week in the woods. The camping and comraderie alone were worth the trip.
Curtis
