Doe under my stand: This was Thursday morning about an hour into my sit. To paraphrase Humphrey Bogart, "Of all the trees, in all the forests, and she had to walk under mine." This deer spent 10 minutes directly under me sniffing every leaf, twig, and dirt clod I had stood on. She must really have like the smell of Ever Calm! When she finally decided to leave, she walked straight away and then spooked; giving me no shot.
Nice Eight: Friday morning was wet which made hearing hard. This buck was right in front of me before I even knew he was there. He's about 5 yards away when he spooks. A lot of you would have probably taken a shot but I just didn't like my choices so I waited for a better angle. Unfortunately, I didn't get one. Oh, well, there's always next time!
Looking for love: This happened a little later that Friday morning. This spike was chasing a doe on the ridge I was hunting but he aborted his mission when he got a whiff of me.
Deer on the move: Saturday morning was prime! It was still and cold - perfect for deer movement and hunting. I could hear bucks chasing does all over the place! The forky came right under me about 20 minutes after it was light enough to shoot.
Missed doe: This was also Saturday morning. This doe had been chased by a small buck all morning. She came into the scrape the big buck had made the day before and offered me a fine angle. Unfortunately, I didn't hold low enough and shot right over her. The only thing wounded was my pride. I gotta remember to calibrate those sight pins on my longbow!
Darren