Liveliner
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At Prentice cooper a change of heart got me to go at about 9:00AM in the thick fog. I could see about fifty feet max where I was so I sat on the ground right next to a deer crossing. I could hear deer but could not see squat. I was fed up with wasting time so I was going home about noon. I come out of the side road and head down Tower road... I then wondered if the fog is clear on the far end of the Mountain. ... What the hey, nothing better to do. So I turned around and headed back. About at the cemetery things start to look good.. So I go way on out to a favorite spot.</p>
I had my backpack on and my Rifle sling over my shoulder. Being quiet as I near my spot and looking down to avoid snapping sticks ... "Boom!" About fifty feet in front of me a two hundred pound tree fell and scared the crap out of me... So I thought... It was a huge Buck that I had spooked and his legs had kicked out from under him as he tried to get up to run. It was him that had hit the ground like a ton of bricks... In a flash, he was up and over the edge as I stood there startled. I rapidly got into position for a shot as I scanned the area below me.. I saw nothing but he saw me.. After about five minutes He ran-a-snorting from right to left down the mountain. Shucks. I saw two Does after that on the brow but no Buck.</p>
I stayed there until about 3:00PM and then returned to the first location where the fog had cleared. Just before dark a small Buck came out and I passed on him...</p>
This Morning bound and determined, I was there waiting for Tangle-foot to show up. Just before noon the squirrels were going crazy below me to the right. The wind was passing from right to left and all was perfect. I heard him slowly working his way up the draw. With antlers brushing the dry brush and an occasional crunch. The best I could tell he was about sixty yards out and on a path to cross at my right side at the brow and up wind.. I glanced to reassure I had my backpack with my knives to field dress this huge Boy. He is mine all mine today... Now it was just a matter of time before he showed himself ........ OH Scheit! The wind just hit me in the back of the head and straight down the draw dead at the Buck. I held my breath to not allow any scent out. If this White-Oak Whiskey cover scent works now is when I need it most. It seemed like forever... All was quiet except for the many squirrels still giving the Buck Hell.... Then it happened ... He again Ran-a-snorting the exact path he had ran from right to left and down the mountain yesterday.... I will now tell you that The term Winds light and Variable is a Deer Hunters worst nightmare.. Today I did not stick around. I drove a 1/2 mile back down the road the way he ran and then I darted down the side of the mountain about a 1/3 of a mile down a second big draw so as to just maybe head him off... Sigh Nothing...</p>
Okay... As a last resort I decided to go set up for the small buck I had seen late yesterday and take him, It was a bonus deer... well I sit enjoying this awesome day in the Mild outdoors and saw nothing... "That's Deer Hunting."</p>
I had my backpack on and my Rifle sling over my shoulder. Being quiet as I near my spot and looking down to avoid snapping sticks ... "Boom!" About fifty feet in front of me a two hundred pound tree fell and scared the crap out of me... So I thought... It was a huge Buck that I had spooked and his legs had kicked out from under him as he tried to get up to run. It was him that had hit the ground like a ton of bricks... In a flash, he was up and over the edge as I stood there startled. I rapidly got into position for a shot as I scanned the area below me.. I saw nothing but he saw me.. After about five minutes He ran-a-snorting from right to left down the mountain. Shucks. I saw two Does after that on the brow but no Buck.</p>
I stayed there until about 3:00PM and then returned to the first location where the fog had cleared. Just before dark a small Buck came out and I passed on him...</p>
This Morning bound and determined, I was there waiting for Tangle-foot to show up. Just before noon the squirrels were going crazy below me to the right. The wind was passing from right to left and all was perfect. I heard him slowly working his way up the draw. With antlers brushing the dry brush and an occasional crunch. The best I could tell he was about sixty yards out and on a path to cross at my right side at the brow and up wind.. I glanced to reassure I had my backpack with my knives to field dress this huge Boy. He is mine all mine today... Now it was just a matter of time before he showed himself ........ OH Scheit! The wind just hit me in the back of the head and straight down the draw dead at the Buck. I held my breath to not allow any scent out. If this White-Oak Whiskey cover scent works now is when I need it most. It seemed like forever... All was quiet except for the many squirrels still giving the Buck Hell.... Then it happened ... He again Ran-a-snorting the exact path he had ran from right to left and down the mountain yesterday.... I will now tell you that The term Winds light and Variable is a Deer Hunters worst nightmare.. Today I did not stick around. I drove a 1/2 mile back down the road the way he ran and then I darted down the side of the mountain about a 1/3 of a mile down a second big draw so as to just maybe head him off... Sigh Nothing...</p>
Okay... As a last resort I decided to go set up for the small buck I had seen late yesterday and take him, It was a bonus deer... well I sit enjoying this awesome day in the Mild outdoors and saw nothing... "That's Deer Hunting."</p>
