Garrett and I settled in at 43o. Better late than never. A spot you either see them late or blow them out walking in. We didn't blow any out. Got my fingers crossed for Garrett to tag his first buck.
I think a squatch must have come through and run all the deer off. I haven't seen a thing in three days in a couple different stands. Hopefully something changes.
Skunk city for Garrett and I. Was hoping he would at least see a doe. Rattled a couple times. Still nothing. Frustrating. This is why we spent opening weekend with Brock and Mason.