Sit #14
Trust your gut. I had a spot on public I thought (on paper) seemed like a logical post-gun season travel route. The kicker was, I'd never been in the spot before. It was a pinched bench running between water and a rocky bluff, connecting an area I knew deer to bed with a grassy area they tend to feed in. I also highly doubt this little spot got much pressure, at least not as much as the rest of the property. My entrance was clean, but what I was seeing on the way in inspired zero confidence.
No sign. I mean none. Not a track, not a trail, not a rub or scrape, not a pellet of dung. I spent the first three hours of the sit seeing nothing, hearing nothing. I kept thinking that I was wasting my time with this sit. I don't know if I have ever felt a stronger pull to get out of the dang tree. For the first time in years, I climbed down early.
There was a clear path up between rock bluffs that would put me in a hollow closer to the parking. I figured I'd slip up on the ridge and just observe the last 45 minutes of light. See what I see. Sure enough, I watch 4 does work off the point and down through the bottom. They got as close as maybe 60 yards at one point. I might not have gotten a shot, but I gained knowledge that might put a doe in the freezer in a week or two. I'm glad I trusted my gut and got down.
Trust your gut. I had a spot on public I thought (on paper) seemed like a logical post-gun season travel route. The kicker was, I'd never been in the spot before. It was a pinched bench running between water and a rocky bluff, connecting an area I knew deer to bed with a grassy area they tend to feed in. I also highly doubt this little spot got much pressure, at least not as much as the rest of the property. My entrance was clean, but what I was seeing on the way in inspired zero confidence.
No sign. I mean none. Not a track, not a trail, not a rub or scrape, not a pellet of dung. I spent the first three hours of the sit seeing nothing, hearing nothing. I kept thinking that I was wasting my time with this sit. I don't know if I have ever felt a stronger pull to get out of the dang tree. For the first time in years, I climbed down early.
There was a clear path up between rock bluffs that would put me in a hollow closer to the parking. I figured I'd slip up on the ridge and just observe the last 45 minutes of light. See what I see. Sure enough, I watch 4 does work off the point and down through the bottom. They got as close as maybe 60 yards at one point. I might not have gotten a shot, but I gained knowledge that might put a doe in the freezer in a week or two. I'm glad I trusted my gut and got down.