October 1, Opening Day.
I headed out after work, getting in stand about 5pm. It was around 82 degrees with a 15 MPH SSW wind. That morning the property owner had just finished picking corn above a ridge line of trees where I have a south facing stand, so I chose that location for my hunt. There was still standing corn in the bottom behind me, and the farmer was now picking corn about a ½ mile across the field on the other side of a drainage ditch to the south.
With the temperatures I didn’t expect to see anything much before sunset. About 6:15 I saw a deer walking down the drainage ditch at least a ¼ mile away. It had to be walking just about directly in front of one of my other stands, but I had opted not to sit there because the wind was completely wrong.
About 6:25 I had a nice doe and 2 fawns working west to east along the tree line I was sitting in right towards me. I readied myself and watched running through my mind all the possible scenarios about where and how I would attempt a shot if and when she presented it. They were strolling along in my direction eating in the freshly picked corn stocks when suddenly the doe looked behind her then took off running right towards me. With fawns in tow they ran right past me at about 7 yards, never slowing to offer a shot, nor giving any indication that they noticed my existence.
At 6:35 a small fork point buck emerged from the tree line in the direction the doe had looked. I can only assume he was what startled her. He worked his way out into the stalks about 150 yards from me. Within a few minutes another nice doe appeared from the south and worked her way north across the field towards the buck. As she closed he circled out around her and moved her off to the north, away from me, until they disappeared behind the tree line out of my view.
The sun set on day one with no shot opportunities, but more movement that I had anticipated. It was great to be in stand again. It seemed as if the world stood still and all was peaceful. It’s calming, exciting, rejuvenating and cleansing. A successful hunt that only makes me look forward to the next.
Live to Hunt, Hunt to Live.