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Join Date: Oct 1999
Location: Ima Clarkonian!
I was at camp from Christmas day until Monday, January 3rd and managed to get out with the flinter for a day. I hunted the Slater Run Rd area of Pidgeon where I've hunted since I was 12 years old. I started off sneaking through an area of about a sq mile of a stand of pines. I was stunned at the amount of deer sign I came upon. I literally couldn't take a step without crossing deer sign. However, it was all a few days old and I reasoned since there had been a climb in temps, the deer had moved out of the shelter of the pines and back into the surrounding hardwoods. I angled in a direction I knew would take me out of the pines and sure enough, when I reached an edge where a small meadow created a break between the pines and the hardwoods I came upon a deer feeding. I knew immediately by the shape of his body it was a buck and at about 60 yards, I could see the tips of two tines on a rack. Problem was, he had his head down feeding in a bit of a depression and he was quartering away from me. The one time he lifted his head he did so only a foot from the ground while turning it to his left, completely obscuring it from my view. He placed it right back down and continued feeding. When I came upon him, I was, as usual, in the wide open with no tree next to me. There was a tree about 5 yards in front of me. The wind was perfect, the snow made for silent walking. I began to ease up to the tree. I reasoned the buck had no idea of my presence and eventually I would get a look at his rack to determine if he was leagal or not. The tree would afford me a good rest in the event I was able to shoot. I got within two feet of the tree when I heard a snort about 10 yards to the right of the buck. Just like a typical woman to ruin everyone's fun, the doe I never saw behind that little pine tree put an end to my plans. That buck never even looked back. By the time I looked in the direction of the doe and then back to the buck, he had dissapeared into the hardwood thicket. I have no idea if he was a legal buck or not but I counted the hunt as a success. I was within range of an ususpecting deer and relearned a lesson from my academy days about tunnel vision being a killer. The best part of the hunt was I never came across another person, or any sign that another person had been in the area. I love the ANF in flinter season!
I don't have ducks. I don't have rows. I have squirrels. And they're drunk.