I went to WV for the first day. We left Bedford County at 5 on Sunday morning, and got to Keyser just as the sun was coming up. We saw 30-40 deer out in the fields as we traveled down the road. I stopped a couple times to try and get a picture of a couple of the bucks.
This guy was a couple hundred yards out, tracking a doe.
A little further down the road, we came across another buck looking for love.
After getting set up for the opener, I stopped for gas. As I was standing there, I caught a quick glimpse of another small buck out trolling.
It seemed as if we'd really hit the rut while it was in full swing. Monday morning opened pretty quite. I'd heard a couple shots just after sun up, but our party was quiet. I was making my way across the top of the mountain. Finally, about 9:30 a couple doe came charging my way. I was hoping they would run down the mountain to my 82 year old hunting companion. But, as deer so often do, they ran the other way. Then, I can see another deer coming, nose to the ground. It circled out in front of me a few times, trying to pick up the hot doe. I picked out spot, and shot. I was confident of the hit, but it took off down the mountain. I put the finishing shot in him a couple minutes later. After gutting the buck, I drug him down to the main road. My season was over. We decided to come home on Tuesday morning. I left the deer with my buddy, as he only saw a couple doe, and couldn't get a shot. I brought the rack and the memories home with me.