As the afternoon snow was still falling, I finally broke free from the office, threw on my blaze orange overalls (it was deer firearm season), and hit the woods. The wind was blowing like hell and the air right at 32 degrees, so there was no way I was climbing up in the stand. I was set up quickly, and quickly noticed that the wildlife were subdued by the cold and the snow. I glassed the valley for deer on the move and found none. Eventually, my eyes grew heavy and I knocked off for a few minutes, arrow already nocked.
I awoke to the noise of an animal nosing through
the leaves for acorns. Thinking it was a squirrel, I yanked my head up and startled the spike buck that was standing six yards in front of me, barely uphill. He saw my head, and let out a weak alarm cry, jumping off into the distance as my head and eyes cleared.