I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock ringing only to crawl
back under the covers after turning it off.I was not feeling well, so I elected to sleep-in.I did manage to drag my sorry butt out of bed
right around 11:00 a.m., but I still was feeling under the weather.After a short pep talk with myself, I decided
to shower and hit the woods.
I chose to hunt the stand where the big 10-pointer was
captured by Kevin’s scouting camera.I
parked my truck and snuck along a natural depression that ran down the center
of the bean field.I hoped that my
approach would he hidden by using this shallow gully.It seemed to work, as I didn’t notice any
sign of snorting or fleeing deer.
I began my vigil at 12:35 p.m., and I was feeling
miserable.Every minute on stand felt
like an hour, and every hour felt like an eternity, but I was bound and
determined to stick it out until nightfall.At 3:10 p.m. a large doe and two yearlings appeared on the opposite side
of the field I was watching.They worked
their way across the field and wound up walking directly in front of my
stand.That’s when I noticed that the
yearlings were twin button-bucks.This
seemed to ease my misery, but only for a short time.The fourth deer to make an appearance was a
small forked-horn buck that trailed behind the doe and her two yearlings.It was 3:35 p.m.
The day started out bright and sunny, but that all changed
when a front moved in around 4:00 p.m. and caused the wind to pick up and the
sky to drizzle cold rain.I would shake
and shiver for the next three hours straight, nearly losing last night’s supper
at regular intervals, but I remained on stand until 7:10 p.m.I didn’t see another deer.Time on stand: 6 hours, 35 minutes.
