It was not a good day
First, I overslept. I woke up this morning because of a dream I was having. The dream was that someone started a joke thread on IowaWhitetail with some pictures of certain IaWhitetail members asleep in bed; one was cuddled with a teddy bear. I'll leave the names out to spare them embarrassment (I'm kind of embarrassed myself). I looked at the clock when I awoke from this nightmare and it was 6:14 am. I guess I need to get a life??? Not the end of the world, but I needed to get moving. Not sure what happened to the alarm clock, must have mugged it in my sleep.
The stand I hunt is on top of a hill. As I topped the hill and looked down the other side, I saw a coyote heading over the dam of the wetlands. I usually don't shoot yotes, but I had left my mz loaded outside all week and figured if I was going to have a misfire, might as well be on a yote. I steadied the rifle against a locust tree, aimed just over the back of the yote and shot right over him. Misjudged the range, I guess. Reloaded and climbed into my ladder stand.
Got itchy feet later in the morning and decided to take a walk. The snow was deep and had a crust over it. Tough to walk and very noisey. I basically walked the perimeter of the property, seeing very little fresh sign. Our farm is not the best cover. No timber, just some brushy waterways. I never did see a deer on our property today. I had to leave at noon to get home as we were having a pool table delivered, an early Christmas present to our boys.
Oh well, wasn't the best of day but I had fun and will be back out there tomorrow. I can't wait for late muzzleloader as I'm getting really tired of being tied to our property with the landowner shotgun license.
Tomorrow is the next to last day of second shotgun season. I have decided that the first doe that goes by my stand will fill my any sex tag. Little bucks get a free pass and I'm hoping a big buck will somehow come by, but I'm not holding out. I've got the digital camera ready. Hopefully I'll have something to post tomorrow.
