Saturday morning was 20 degrees here. It didn't get above freezing until sometime in the afternoon. I was sitting on a greenfield watching a scrape line and after about 4 hours I thought my toes would fall off if I didn't get some heat going.
I slipped across a creek that separates two long fields that run parallel to each other. After crossing the creek I crept up on the other field, taking a knee as I got close so I could glass it under the low hanging branches of a tree in the trail.
As I got my bino's up a doe BOLTED across the trail maybe 40 yards up. I know she didn't smell me because I had the wind. I didn't think she heard me because I was super quiet. Maybe something was chasing her. I waited with bino's up and a buck walked right up to where she crossed and stood there surveying the area. After looking down the trail at me for a minute he followed her into the creek.
I beat a hasty retreat and crossed the creek again about 100 yards down wind from them. I got back to my original spot and waited to see what came out.
The doe gave him the slip in the creek. He came out alone onto the field. He marched over to a scrape, hit the licking branch, and put on a show. Then he marched back into the field zig-zagging trying to dog down a scent.
I grabbed the camera instead of the rifle. I figure he'll be a much better deer in a few years.
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I slipped across a creek that separates two long fields that run parallel to each other. After crossing the creek I crept up on the other field, taking a knee as I got close so I could glass it under the low hanging branches of a tree in the trail.
As I got my bino's up a doe BOLTED across the trail maybe 40 yards up. I know she didn't smell me because I had the wind. I didn't think she heard me because I was super quiet. Maybe something was chasing her. I waited with bino's up and a buck walked right up to where she crossed and stood there surveying the area. After looking down the trail at me for a minute he followed her into the creek.
I beat a hasty retreat and crossed the creek again about 100 yards down wind from them. I got back to my original spot and waited to see what came out.
The doe gave him the slip in the creek. He came out alone onto the field. He marched over to a scrape, hit the licking branch, and put on a show. Then he marched back into the field zig-zagging trying to dog down a scent.
I grabbed the camera instead of the rifle. I figure he'll be a much better deer in a few years.
IMG_5023 by s s, on Flickr
IMG_5057 by s s, on Flickr
IMG_5054 by s s, on Flickr
IMG_5042 by s s, on Flickr
IMG_5039 by s s, on Flickr
IMG_5040 by s s, on Flickr