So, yesterday was the first day i saw NOTHING and I went to the best shot I had. Usually don't see many doe down below this stand as this is where the big boys bed. This is the first sit all season I see no venison. Wished I hadn't passed up all those does about now and Monday the season closes for honest folk like me...
Sun at my back, wind in my face, 13 degrees. I'm at the farthest point in on a cornfield corner that drops down to a god awful thicket then swamp. I've never seen a human or a track down there. The only way you can hunt down in there is on your hands and knees with a knife or pistol in your teeth.
I'm on the corner where the farmer turns the outside rows from north south to east west and setting on my stool where the interior rows go north south. I am looking Northeast. The big boys come out at last light to the corn, but I can usually see them mulling around in the thicket or the swamp beyond during the last hour or so thanks to my higher ground position and the sun at my back.
Early on I am enjoying the Cardinals and Bluebirds trading between bushes at the thicket edge jut off the corn. I'm thankful for no Blue Jays close. Rabbits and squirrels moving back and forth from the thicket to the standing corn also put on a show. Fox squirrels taking a whole ear of corn back into the woods like a lab with a goose!
I see some movement in the swamp edge and my heart picks up. Nope not a deer, just that doggone Fisher again and he's big as an Otter. Come close big boy and I'll give you 50 cal. patched round ball lead poison! He's a no show too.
Anyways, I'm wondering why these bucks down here aren't moving till after dark. Perhaps it's because...