This has turned out to be a grand deer season. 8pt last week... now a 10, sort of.
Went Friday after Thanksgiving. Into tree near creek on public land, not far from where I go the 8. Good area. Mid-30s temp, walking in as it's starting to get light, it's light by the time I'm in the tree. About 40 yards from wide but dryish creek. Cold. Cold. Nothing; I'm thinking we're hitting that post-rut slump when the hunting gets harder. Then, across the creek, I hear that noise you feel before you hear it, that raises heart rate. I actually ignored it for a sec, then looked.... nice deer moving along creek, and a good pace. Swung rifle - couldn't get good sight picture, too much stuff between us... then he disappears in fold of the land... a minute later comes up in view. 100 yards of so (long ways for me in woods). I grunt, he stops, I shoot. He jumps, walks off stiff-legged and unsteady - I keep rifle on him, about to lever in another and shoot... he wobbled and goes down. Yippee. This has been a GREAT season
looks like a nice 10, except two tines broke off by somebody bigger. He had recent wounds on neck/ears, where he'd been battling. Glad to get him! The freezers are full!
