I love hunting. It’s a great excuse to get away from The Little Woman and the grandkids and just be me. I went out a second day of muzzle-loading season and had another great adventure.
I hope they find someone to take care of them or the coyotes will. They might survive a mild winter as forecast if they get milk.I’ve never seen fawns so tiny in the fall, but I guess with twins or orphans they might get a bit less milk. These were like jackrabbits on stilts.
After surviving the cold and some gusty winds, I decided to move on and looped back through some pines between the open space and a pasture. This clump of pines was very interesting. Three deer-trails intersected there and there was a scrape and a tiny rub. I hoped something would happen later in the day and sat down against this big pine to watch. There was a nice “field of fire” for about 40 yards in all directions and the pine had a mound of detritus and leaves which made a comfortable chair. I nearly dozed off a couple of times until some gun-nuts starting shooting rapid-fire back in the opening. There were bullets ricocheting and a couple of shotgun pellets landed nearby. They sounded like big drops of rain landing on the leaves of oak. Fortunately, they were shooting the rifles down the opening (towards where I first lay in wait) instead of in my direction for the most part but it was a terrible racket. They used .22 rimfire, .308 Winchester, 7.62×39 and a couple of others. Later I passed out that way and saw their trash. I would have moved but they had long pauses to change shredded targets and I kept thinking they had left but they were only opening new crates of ammunition. I was hoping that they might awaken deer who would travel my way as they increased distance from the opening. No luck… They fired many boxes.
Finally they did leave. The day ended in perfect silence with winds calming and I had to use the big pine to block the sun. No deer appeared and I headed back to my car about 15 minutes after sundown so as to navigate a half mile of bush. Doing that in the dark would have been a chore so I was almost glad to do it without a buck.