Well, this is a new record, seven days of hunting deer without any good chance. I think the deer have won.
It’s not fair…
- They’ve had the slowest start to winter ever. No snow. Not even cold. They’re just lying out in the fields or at the edges. They don’t have to show up at the public hunting areas for food or shelter.
I guess we’ll just have to wait for another year when winter comes howling and the deer congregate in the forests where we can find them by their tracks in the snow. Today I did my best walking many miles. Setting many ambushes. Same with other hunters. No one made a kill within miles of my favourite hunting spot.
The day wasn’t a complete loss. My blood sugar must be in great shape. I saw some really magnificent trees and some that were suffering. The poor oaks are barely hanging on with pines towering over them. The pines love the area. Some are getting to be ancient. Others are being knocked down by wind before they reach their prime. That’s life I guess. I saw pretty large wolf prints. I’ll bet wolves manage to take some of these fawns at night when they are wandering about.