Opening morning.
Wind, ESE 5 - 10 mph
moon, high in the sky, last quarter
Temp, mid 50s
barometer, 30.19
mostly sunny
Decided to sit in the new stand on the west property. As I was walking down the hill to the drainage at the bottom of a freshly cut bean field, I noticed long shadows laying on the ground about 30 yards out from the tree line. Couldnt quite tell what they were yet.
As I approached my stand I realized that the area leading up to it had all been brush hogged. thats was awesome as far as i was concerned, the tree was more or less in the middle of a thick tangle of briars, thorns, golden rod... I wasnt sure I was going to be able to find the trail I made through all that in the dark, now I didnt need to worry about it.
Once I got into my stand and got strapped in I got to work getting my bow hanger in, pulling up my bow, getting gloves on... I use a green cap light and I kept catching glimpses of something round on the trail about 15 yards to my right, but I couldn't yet tell what exactly it was.
As the sun broke the horizon, i realized the round object was a rim, that was in the middle of a tire, that was attached to a friggin tractor. I also realized that the long object on the ground were logs. the land owner had been removing last years dead falls from the woods the last few days. he had been using the deer trail I set my stand up on as access.
At first I was a little bummed, then I realized he had taken that little trail and turned it into a road. Might not be the best thing right now, but after he is done, that is going to become a freakin highway, 17 yards from my stand! SWEET!!!
I wasnt expecting much but sat anyway as it was a spectacular morning and i only had a couple hours anyway. Just before 8 oclock I heard something behind me, i turned and there was a young doe stepping into the freshly brush hogged area. She was at 15 yards directly downwind and just as relaxed as you please. (insert testimonial for scent smoker and evercalm here) She stepped into the woods and milled around for at least a half hour before stomping at the tractor parked in the path a few times and then wandering off.
About an hour later I started hearing a racket coming from the north east of me. Turned out to be the landowner and his buddy driving down the field to cut up and begin hauling out the logs. Cut my hunt short, but thats ok, hes doing me a favor by opening up all the blocked trails, brush hogging around my stand and creating that nice path with the tractor.