I apologize for the profanity. Well, no, I don't. Well, I do, basically. Half-way. Well, thank whoever the Patron Saint of Foreseeable Miracles may be, but I finally got written permission to hunt a property that I've been asking to hunt for a few years. The landowner never said no, but my request never really got anywhere until I built the relationship and was able to bring it up multiple times in a row. Now, I need to understand how deer actually use this property. Only way to do that is to spend time there.
So yeah, it's marginally overgrown. The photo to the left is looking down a 60 foot cliff. Cons: not being able to see anything below that canopy of porcelainberry. Pros: well defined deer trail on the cliff face. Tactic: wait until the leaves fall.
Landowner said that one small herd of deer beds down in the overgrown weeds clearly dominating the right side of this photo. OH - you don't see the weeds? That's because two weeks before archery season, the landowner got sick of the weeds and bush hogged them. The herd freaked out (under the bush hog) and ran off the farm and onto the adjacent county road, causing an accident with a car. Brilliant.
A long-standing client of the landowner has hunted here for many years and received the "first right" of hunting locations. That he picked the best spot on the property - a mowed, grassy slope connecting the upper fields to the lower swamp - is no surprise. That he chose to put a 20' tree stand right on the crown of a 60' slope is a bit of a surprise. Guess the guy likes shooting long distances, straight down.
Bottom of the deer trail. Can you see it? Above all, it's great to get outside this time of year. Even though I walked through several chiggers and one solid nest of seed ticks, resulting in a total 30-40 bites. The deer are there, and I'm looking forward to cooler weather to go find them.
Monday, September 16, 2013
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