I usually post the videos that I edit together each year, but I am a little strapped for time so before I post any videos I thought I could share a couple stories from this past season.
It was November Long weekend, a brilliant time to go hunting so long as you enjoy rush hour traffic as much as you like hunting deer! Luckily our area isn't too bad for other hunters, plus we have been at it so long in this area we know how to escape the madness of long weekends. The first morning of the hunt, my dad and I got up bright and early and drove into a certain valley where we have both had lots of success finding muleys. Unfortunately it was a foggy morning and visibility was lacking. I was so excited to be out hunting that I didn't really care, so into the woods we jumped. My dad and I split up and turned on our radios. I have been on a ton of successful hikes with my dad over the years. Many times we split up, and then within just a few minutes one of us kills a buck! This has been a theme in recent years. This morning, however, I did not even see a deer. Kinda strange for this area not to see anything, but nevertheless it felt incredible to breathe the mountain air. I could feel it revitalizing my brain. My senses were sharpening. Each frozen exhale of air symbolized a release of stress which had been accumulating as a result of a busy life back home. But we were hunting now, and although this morning was quiet, the worn down trails, fresh droppings, and buck rubs were a reminder that these foggy woods were home to the mountain bucks we were after....