Today was an interesting day in the woods, to say the least. I started out this morning packing up and heading to the farm where Hook Jr and Crazy rack reside. I had plans to sit it out in Jumanji, hoping to catch a good buck slipping through the grown up field to my left. I made the 5 minute drive to the farm, seeing a good buck on the way, grabbed my gear, and made the 3/4 mile trip into the stand. By the time I had everything up in the tree and ready to go, it was 6:45 and I patiently waited for the sun to come up. I'd been in the stand for about an hour, when my belly began to rumble and I started breaking out in a cold sweat (never eat burritos with Jalapeno hot sauce the night before a hunt). I knew I wasn't gonna be able to hold it, and I can't defecate in the woods, so I quickly began packing my gear up in an attempt to make it home before disaster struck. Well in the frantic process of gathering up all my gear, I knock my range finder out of the tree and it rolls into the ravine below me...GREAT, diarrhea AND a broken range finder. I manage to make it out of the tree and get the range finder, and to my surprise, it still worked. I began the 3/4 mile hike, with tad bit quicker pace than the trip in. On my way out I ran a doe out of the beans, and just about stepped on a possum in my jog back to the truck. I dressed down and flew home, barely making it to the toilet...
Bummed that I didn't make it through my first morning hunt, I moped around the house knowing it was suppose to rain in the afternoon. Well, the rain never showed up, so around 4:30, I decided to saddle up and give it another try, this time behind the house. I suited up quickly, smoked up, and I was off. On my way in to the stand I ran a doe and a youngin' out of the field...shoulda been in there earlier...I made my way to the back finger of field and climbed up in a red oak with a low overhanging branch, and began my wait. Around 6:45, I hear rustling to my left, and a spike comes trotting up, downwind, and begins to make a scrape underneath the low hanging branch attached to my tree. This guy spent five minutes less than 10 yards away from me with his head in the air, raking his antlers in the branches and peeing in the fresh scrape. At one point, he stood on his hind legs to reach the highest of branches, before he finished up and continued on down the field edge towards my camera. Shortly after he disappeared out of sight, a doe came out of the low spot below me, and fed broadside to within 40 yards, but with the wind, I didn't feel comfortable taking the shot, so I let her slide. She fed down the field edge towards the camera also, the entire time following the trail I walked in on. It was getting too dark to shoot, so I began gathering my stuff up, when I saw three deer appear from the direction of my camera. I can't be sure, but I would say it was the spike, the doe, and another unidentified buck. The two bucks kept circling each other, and before I knew it they were sparring. Each time they would go at it, the doe would run around them jumping and kicking as if to say, "Hey fellas, there's plenty of me to go around, no need to get rowdy." This show continued for 200 yards as they went from one side of the field to the other. I quickly got down and made the trip back to the house, without busting any deer out of the field.
All in all it was a good day. No monster buck sightings, but a very interesting evening hunt. Hoping it doesn't rain so I can get back out there tomorrow!