slow motion
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Finally had to get out and move around to warm up a little. Knew there was a green field on the neighbors property and had assumed the deer were feeding on it. Decided to scout this bottom. Covered in trails most down to dirt. Plenty of manure. Some was clearly from gorging on young plants as it was greenish and a mix of pellets and watery stuff. Thought this frozen track was interesting.
I had hunted the edges but hadn't really wandered in since it was season before I had much chance to be here and didn't want to disturb it but it was now almost over. Still tried to be as unintrusive as possible. Stayed in the bottom and scanned with binos on the ridges. There is an area that was across a ditch from me. It appears to be riddled with ditches and small ridges between them. Only looked from the little flat and compared it to a map on my phone. Covered with hardwoods and brush. Looks like great bedding. Found a few spots to set up on the edges. Lots of rubs along there. Made it back to the truck and visited the little store to help the local economy.
Still not looking forward to the cold that was to come I rode around a little.
Finally talked myself into going back out for the evening hunt. It was still windy and it had started snowing again. Don't remember the high for that day but it started in single digits and would be sub zero the next morning. Mighty cold for an old son of the South. Hunted an oak ridge between a creek and a cut bean field. Just a dusting of snow in the stand seat and almost none on the ground at first.
The snowflakes were small but with the wind they cut down visibility some across the field.
I know it looks like im about to make a video demanding ransom for a kidnapping but the wind was in my face and I'm not sure if I could have stayed without the ski mask. You can start to see the snow on it and of course the joy in my eyes along with the snow that was bouncing off my eyeballs.
Couldn't take the gloves off for long the snow would melt on em and with the wind it was bad. Snow was building up on my arm and leg too.
Just a plum shameful plug for the Dawgs.
GO DAWGS.
I had hunted the edges but hadn't really wandered in since it was season before I had much chance to be here and didn't want to disturb it but it was now almost over. Still tried to be as unintrusive as possible. Stayed in the bottom and scanned with binos on the ridges. There is an area that was across a ditch from me. It appears to be riddled with ditches and small ridges between them. Only looked from the little flat and compared it to a map on my phone. Covered with hardwoods and brush. Looks like great bedding. Found a few spots to set up on the edges. Lots of rubs along there. Made it back to the truck and visited the little store to help the local economy.
Still not looking forward to the cold that was to come I rode around a little.
Finally talked myself into going back out for the evening hunt. It was still windy and it had started snowing again. Don't remember the high for that day but it started in single digits and would be sub zero the next morning. Mighty cold for an old son of the South. Hunted an oak ridge between a creek and a cut bean field. Just a dusting of snow in the stand seat and almost none on the ground at first.
The snowflakes were small but with the wind they cut down visibility some across the field.
I know it looks like im about to make a video demanding ransom for a kidnapping but the wind was in my face and I'm not sure if I could have stayed without the ski mask. You can start to see the snow on it and of course the joy in my eyes along with the snow that was bouncing off my eyeballs.
Couldn't take the gloves off for long the snow would melt on em and with the wind it was bad. Snow was building up on my arm and leg too.
Just a plum shameful plug for the Dawgs.
GO DAWGS.