I spent most of the afternoon in the woods with a buddy, and the mast looks terrible. No acorns, no beech, no apples, and only a tiny number of grapes. I've seen a few hickory nuts.
There is a corn field nearby, and only a little deer sign in it. My buddy saw that as an indication that most local deer have moved on to look for a place with more groceries. We had a very hard frost here in early June, and it took everything.
I've had a few trail cam pictures of small bucks.
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