Wetsleeves
New Member
Haven't been on in a while but was able to fill my tag the last week of bow.
The Story,
Being tapped out of vacation time and thinking my bow season had come to an unfruitful end the weekend before, I saw a small glimmer of hope reappear when I called in for jury duty and was informed that there would be a trial that I needed to report for. I got to the courthouse the following morning and my hopes became reality when I was let go after the first round elimination of jurors. I made it back home by noon and was in the tree by 1.
1:45pm: The light easterly winds I was getting was starting to make me second guess my stand choice.
2:00pm: Pack up, climb down, and sneak to a different stand a few hundred yards away.
2:45pm: Realize the wind is even worse for the new stand I moved to;
3:00pm: Pack gear back up, climb down, creep back into the stand I started in.
Once back in the stand I started in, I was now completely flustered and dropping milkweed puffs like a wild man trying to make sense of what the wind and thermals were doing. From what I could see from the path of the milkweed and where I believed the deer would be coming from I would be walking a very fine line. It was 100% good for the deer and the way they would be entering the field, but borderline really bad for me.
At 3:30 a few does and small bucks entered the field. One mature doe walked along the line I had established as the point at which i would most likely be busted but she never freaked. Things were looking up.
4:30 the buck parade began. It started with a couple 2 year old bucks then a couple good up and coming 3 year olds, and then lastly the buck I was after. They browsed through the beans and brassicas very slowly making their way closer.
4:45pm
5:30pm: After a long season, one which I thought was over 2 days before, he was now mine. I guess if somethings meant to be its meant to be
39 yards Double lung, He went 50 yards.
The Story,
Being tapped out of vacation time and thinking my bow season had come to an unfruitful end the weekend before, I saw a small glimmer of hope reappear when I called in for jury duty and was informed that there would be a trial that I needed to report for. I got to the courthouse the following morning and my hopes became reality when I was let go after the first round elimination of jurors. I made it back home by noon and was in the tree by 1.
1:45pm: The light easterly winds I was getting was starting to make me second guess my stand choice.
2:00pm: Pack up, climb down, and sneak to a different stand a few hundred yards away.
2:45pm: Realize the wind is even worse for the new stand I moved to;
3:00pm: Pack gear back up, climb down, creep back into the stand I started in.
Once back in the stand I started in, I was now completely flustered and dropping milkweed puffs like a wild man trying to make sense of what the wind and thermals were doing. From what I could see from the path of the milkweed and where I believed the deer would be coming from I would be walking a very fine line. It was 100% good for the deer and the way they would be entering the field, but borderline really bad for me.
At 3:30 a few does and small bucks entered the field. One mature doe walked along the line I had established as the point at which i would most likely be busted but she never freaked. Things were looking up.
4:30 the buck parade began. It started with a couple 2 year old bucks then a couple good up and coming 3 year olds, and then lastly the buck I was after. They browsed through the beans and brassicas very slowly making their way closer.
4:45pm
5:30pm: After a long season, one which I thought was over 2 days before, he was now mine. I guess if somethings meant to be its meant to be
39 yards Double lung, He went 50 yards.
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