As I started down the hill, total darkness, no lights, a deer smelled me and gave out an alarm cry. I heard them running all over. I arrived at my pre-destined ground hunting spot a few minutes later, and waited. The spot was at the end of a beaver dam that deer used to cross the swamp - hiding on the ground between two fallen trees. There were always tons of tracks in the pre-season, so I figured it would be easy. Having not hunted the spot in a year, I really had no idea.
|Hello, poacher. Found this while|
scouting in July 2013. Still here in
October 2014. Guess the guy
hasn't been back.
At one point before dawn, a deer was behind me, sending alarm calls to the deer in front of me. The deer in front of me also sent out the call. It was so dark that I couldn't see either of them - they must have smelled me. I really hate hunting in a tree, but it might be required here.
At 8:00 I put myself together and went to work. I learned a lot, and I'll be back.