I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock ringing only to crawl back under the covers after turning it off. I was not feeling well, so I elected to sleep-in. I did manage to drag my sorry butt out of bed right around 11:00 a.m., but I still was feeling under the weather. After a short pep talk with myself, I decided to shower and hit the woods.
I chose to hunt the stand where the big 10-pointer was captured by Kevin’s scouting camera. I parked my truck and snuck along a natural depression that ran down the center of the bean field. I hoped that my approach would he hidden by using this shallow gully. It seemed to work, as I didn’t notice any sign of snorting or fleeing deer.
I began my vigil at 12:35 p.m., and I was feeling miserable. Every minute on stand felt like an hour, and every hour felt like an eternity, but I was bound and determined to stick it out until nightfall. At 3:10 p.m. a large doe and two yearlings appeared on the opposite side of the field I was watching. They worked their way across the field and wound up walking directly in front of my stand. That’s when I noticed that the yearlings were twin button-bucks. This seemed to ease my misery, but only for a short time. The fourth deer to make an appearance was a small forked-horn buck that trailed behind the doe and her two yearlings. It was 3:35 p.m.
The day started out bright and sunny, but that all changed when a front moved in around 4:00 p.m. and caused the wind to pick up and the sky to drizzle cold rain. I would shake and shiver for the next three hours straight, nearly losing last night’s supper at regular intervals, but I remained on stand until 7:10 p.m. I didn’t see another deer. Time on stand: 6 hours, 35 minutes.
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