Final update from up north from me. I set an alarm yesterday morning for 4:45 and said fuck that and snoozed it until 5:30 with first shot being 7:01 according to the MI DNR regs. I was out the door by 5:45, walking in by 6:15. It was 7:10 and still super dark when I had the unidentified deer walk into 10 yards before seeing me, which blew my mind because my hide was dog shit lol. Around 8 I heard some crashing and grunting on the hill above me, but couldn’t see anything. I was on the ground between a clear cut from 25 years ago and another from about 10 years ago. The older has better visibility with the maples being taller, but still limited to MAYBE 75 yards, and the newer has maybe 50 yards of visibility with the shorter height of those immature maples. The grunting and crashing stopped, so I did a few grunts and an estrus bleat with no response. It started up again 20 minutes later, and I caught a very fast glimpse of a single doe then nothing. This happened 2 more times with no buck sighting. Around 9:30 a single doe snuck in behind me, and I couldn’t get a clear shooting lane despite her only being at 50 or so yards. She browsed off into a bottom and disappeared. Just shy of 10 I heard some foot steps (very hard to hear with everything being wet) towards where I heard the crashing earlier. I had to do a 180° and spotted a doe at 50 yards slowly walking across. I got my rifle up and put the crosshairs in what would be the next opening. A few seconds went by, and she didn’t show. I pulled away from the scope and saw there were a pile more deer behind her, and a giant doe had some how pegged me at 60 yards, facing directly at me. I swung my rifle over, and put it center of her chest and took the shot. She dropped on the spot, and rolled down the hill a few yards. I saw at least 5 other tails running every other direction, and had no opportunity to shoot another. The deer up north are just not like OH deer. They don’t run 50 yards and stop to see if they’re being pursued. They run 100-200 yards before they even think of slowing down, and after a lot of pressure from opening day, they just change into entirely different animals than what they were even during archery. I called my dad, and he was hanging around camp and offered to drive over and hike the sled back to make dragging easier. I dropped another round into the mag, grabbed my tag and walked over to my doe. I notched my tag, tried to take some pics, got her gutted and drug her up to where I was sitting, and my dad was walking up at about the same time. As we were prepping the sled, a deer ran by in the newer clear cut, but offered no opportunity for a shot. My dad slipped back to the main trail near where we parked before I started dragging and making a ruckus and had no sightings. I made it back to camp and started to pack all my shit while my dad made lunch. I was on the road, and home around 6? Unpacked and got my buck skinned and deboned, and plan to get my doe “grind ready” tomorrow morning when I get off work. My dad said he’ll probably stay until Tuesday before he heads back home, I’ll try to post his updates as he sends them. I already have my time off for next year to do the same trip, and I am already excited for it. Thanks for following along on our trip and all my incessant ramblings. Pics will follow this post.