ScottyJack wrote
I still remember a day my dad and I watched the sunrise in the east on a hot runway leading from a fir meadow into a hardwood swamp adjacent to a corn field, still hunt all day and returned to the same spot late afternoon and watched a giant orange sun set in the west.
I love those days --- Yesterday I started out to my mountain stand up high on Virgil Mountain. North facing slope (same slope as GP, can hear the whirring of snowmaking), so no sunrise, just wicked cold. On my way there a shooter buck had crossed the hard road right in front of me heading towards what we call Kelly's Lookout. I saw him in the headlights of my ranger and it got me all jacked up for the day. While in my stand I shot my neighbor a text telling him of the buck I saw and where it was heading. He was out of town and told me I could get after him if I wanted too. At about 9 AM I bailed on that stand and headed for the woods right across the street from my house, after that buck. I cut his trail, did a massive loop around the property to see that he hadn't come out yet, so made my plan. With the NW wind I knew what stand I wanted to be in. I made it there about 2. I had been there 20 minutes and started seeing deer, 4 doe in fact. I kept trying to grow horns on one of them but couldn't do it. Damn. I knew he was in there, or so I had thought. Still seeing deer gets me all jazzed, it never gets old. These were all shooters but I don't take doe at home until muzzy season. No real reason other than I love to shoot my muzzleloader. Love that smoker!! Never saw my buck. Back after him Sunday.