boxhitch
11-10-2007, 11:22 PM
I wasn't holding out for a big one, but The Big Boys were holding out on me. I spent 3 full days, tramping or sitting in their turf, with only small offerings of 2 or 3 pointers showing up. 5 bucks and only one doe, started me thinking maybe to move on and find more of the girls. But I knew this place had more to offer. Lots of tracks, some in my boot prints, small and large rubs, some fresh snow, the good things. But three days, and 20 hours on stand and no shooter ?
Yesterday was a blow out, literally. Strong winds all day kept activity hidden away. Found the fresh sign on the way home at dark, just over the ridge where I couldn't see from my perch.
Today started out kind of bleak. Was early, but not the first up the main, and two more passed me as I waited by the entrance to My Spot. Strong gusty winds swirled again, with low clouds threatening. I decided to drive around to the other side of the block, to a landing with a view of my stand of the last trys.
As things got brighter, the wind kept up, the sky was dark, and fog/snow/sleet showers moved through. Maybe I should be somewhere else ?
Time for a stretch, and get rid of the AM go-juice. Besides, I hadn't spent any time on the slope in the other direction. And of course, don't go anywhere with out the shooting stick.
The walking was real noisy in frozen snow after some rain and melts. Then the wind let up for a bit. So walking along in some sparse re-gen, using the grunt tube once and awhile (might as well sound less like a human), wondering when I'll get a view beyond 50 yards.
The Boys must have felt I deserved something, they held out til the end, so they offered up a nice little guy, I agreed, so I whacked him.
He would move in some then pause, but would move again When I used the grunt. Finally could count points at about 20 yds, about the time he decided to turn and head downwind. Shot was at about 40yds.
Blahblah, single shot, behind the shoulder, double lunger, 160 gr XLC @ ~3250. (not recovered), blahblah
Yesterday was a blow out, literally. Strong winds all day kept activity hidden away. Found the fresh sign on the way home at dark, just over the ridge where I couldn't see from my perch.
Today started out kind of bleak. Was early, but not the first up the main, and two more passed me as I waited by the entrance to My Spot. Strong gusty winds swirled again, with low clouds threatening. I decided to drive around to the other side of the block, to a landing with a view of my stand of the last trys.
As things got brighter, the wind kept up, the sky was dark, and fog/snow/sleet showers moved through. Maybe I should be somewhere else ?
Time for a stretch, and get rid of the AM go-juice. Besides, I hadn't spent any time on the slope in the other direction. And of course, don't go anywhere with out the shooting stick.
The walking was real noisy in frozen snow after some rain and melts. Then the wind let up for a bit. So walking along in some sparse re-gen, using the grunt tube once and awhile (might as well sound less like a human), wondering when I'll get a view beyond 50 yards.
The Boys must have felt I deserved something, they held out til the end, so they offered up a nice little guy, I agreed, so I whacked him.
He would move in some then pause, but would move again When I used the grunt. Finally could count points at about 20 yds, about the time he decided to turn and head downwind. Shot was at about 40yds.
Blahblah, single shot, behind the shoulder, double lunger, 160 gr XLC @ ~3250. (not recovered), blahblah