By now it was pushing 0830 I had taken advantage of them being across the field and slipped my vest on. Before I left the truck I had slipped a few hand warmers into the pockets, this happened to be one of the few valuable options I took for the day and the last time I was able to care for myself. My bibs would hang on that stick well into the dark.
Shortly after an uprising of deer would flee from that single fence row. I had 5/6 buttons and doe fleeing back across the field on a dead run at me. They were coming home to hide, the tree that I was hunting was the center hub of the cross over from bedding to stageing. With it being an old ash woods that all have toppled to the ground with a heavy growth of under brush leading to a wooded creek bed.
I soon had every one of those deer standing in and around me, along with that subordinate. I made a quick scan as I left my seat for the final time that day picking my bow of the the hanger, as I see him coming across the field.