My dad and I drove to the edge of a small farm in southern NH where he missed a doe last year with his shotgun. This time,I would be on the same ridge as he with my muzzleloading handgun hoping something would come within range.
Basically the morning was chilly. It was in the upper thirties and somewhat sunny. Then it warmed up a bit. All I saw were red and gray squirrels. I took a little walk and discovered a scrape as well as a big rub on a small hemlock tree. That got me a bit excited.
That afternoon I sat in the same spot. I waited till almost the end of shooting light. Sure enough, along the trail comes another hunter. I guess it wasn't in the cards to take a deer this day.
On our way home, we saw three deer out in the field by the small farm. It was past legal shooting light but we do know that they are in the area.