After the chainsaws ran me out around 10:00 this morning, (different property from last night, same story, dropping trees) I decided to Head south and poke around delaware for a bit, The only spots I knew of to sit were already taken. I looked for another but without a groundblind, there wasn't much to choose from.
Said "screw the chainsaws" And headed back to where I was this morning. The guys with the saws were gone, but there must have been a war on all the neighboring properties with all the gun fire all around me, Big stuff too, sounded like a .308 just south of me, and more tannerite across the road. I was just fixin to get down at about 5:15 figuring I wasn't going to see anything with the shooting gallery all around me when I heard a twig snap...
A doe walking the trail I was sitting on. I was about to shoot her when I remembered this was November and there's this thing I keep hearing about called a "rut" or something like that. I looked back up the trail and saw another deer...a bigger one...grunting...
Same little fork horn from this morning, following the same doe, coming back on the same trail they were on this morning. I figure she must be getting close to cycle and was hoping a bigger buck might be following, but not tonight. That little fugger got a free pass from me twice in one day. I hope the deer gods appreciate my restraint. he might not get a third chance.
At least I didn't get skunked