I’ve seen this a few time in my hunting life, but today was a prime example...
Having missed the weekend’s sits to a raging sinus infection and a damnable cough, I walked outside to let my chickens range about the homestead. I walked behind the barn to look over the farm when my eye spied a young buck about to cross the bridge over the creek, about 500 yards north of me. His head was down, and he was obviously enchanted by the scent of a hot doe that had passed earlier. As he headed for some cattails below the barn, I walked 20 yards from the garden to keep an eye on him, as well as to see if he bounced any does out of the cover. He disappeared into the cattails, and soon emerged just downhill from me, trotting right at me! I was wearing a black hoodie and a pair of khakis, standing in the open, and was enjoying the spectacle about to unfold as he angled into my scent stream. Not only did he not freak out when he hit my scent, he circled and approached me stiff-legged, bobbing his head. Eventually he jumped into my switchgrass stand, and bird-dogged his way across the property, on the trail of his true love. Closer examination of sign showed that I had stepped into the path that the previous deer had taken, and apparently I was the roadblock in his love life.
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Having missed the weekend’s sits to a raging sinus infection and a damnable cough, I walked outside to let my chickens range about the homestead. I walked behind the barn to look over the farm when my eye spied a young buck about to cross the bridge over the creek, about 500 yards north of me. His head was down, and he was obviously enchanted by the scent of a hot doe that had passed earlier. As he headed for some cattails below the barn, I walked 20 yards from the garden to keep an eye on him, as well as to see if he bounced any does out of the cover. He disappeared into the cattails, and soon emerged just downhill from me, trotting right at me! I was wearing a black hoodie and a pair of khakis, standing in the open, and was enjoying the spectacle about to unfold as he angled into my scent stream. Not only did he not freak out when he hit my scent, he circled and approached me stiff-legged, bobbing his head. Eventually he jumped into my switchgrass stand, and bird-dogged his way across the property, on the trail of his true love. Closer examination of sign showed that I had stepped into the path that the previous deer had taken, and apparently I was the roadblock in his love life.
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