Hey Hunts,
So there I was…all excited to get to one of my prime stands back at the home farm in WI for an all-day sit last Saturday, the 12th. I’m ready – bag packed, scent on, sites on, blades sharp! Heading to my stand tucked about 400 yards north of the homestead I find myself sweating like a hoho in church! It wasn’t that I felt extremely hot, but it was the excitement that poured my pores (noabigpunintenede)! I arrive at my location ~35 minutes before first light, get out my buck bomb, press the dispenser, and get a nice stream for about two ticks. Knowing that this baby should be on the spritz for much longer I leaned over to pick it up and see what the dealeeoo was…yep, got it right in the face. I placed the bb back on the ground wiped off my face (remembering not to lick my lips) and yes sir – it stopped again! Well, I learned the first time – I am not doing it again G-O-D! Mind you that I am doing all of this in the pitch black knowing exactly where I am and thinking I know what I’m doing. :coffee So I climb up to my stand and yep – I forgot my seat!?! Thinking to myself “tough it out sally it’s only a cold steel rail”.
Yahoo I’m here…ready for the big hunt in the beautiful lull of October! My outback is in waiting to throw my gold tips with the rage. My scentlock is keeping in my b.o. and gallon of refreshments I slurrped the night before. My can, growl and roar are ready to talk…and I am READY TO HUNT!
As light creeps in I can smell the deer (of course it could have been a mixuture of the deer dander and buck bomb I acquired). The shuffling leaves kept me on alert as I grabbed my rat bag and tickled the wood. After one very short and soft sequence I leaned over to grunt in the buck roar attached to my arm…and yep, the elastic on the call gave way sending it 30 feet below! But hey, I’ve still got my growl!
So a couple of hours go by and I’ve got to pee like a racehorse. I reach into my handy cabela’s bag and break out my o.j. bottle. I think to myself “why should I strip down and unleash my odor when I can place the handy-dandy container inside my suit to do my biz?”. Doing the duty I am surprised that…yep, I missed the opening and warmed the entire right side of my leg.
Yep, that was enough for me…needless to say my all-day hunt lasted for about three hours. I guess this goes to show that you can never be prepared for what will happen in the woods…
By the way, I did not see any deer that particular morning…what a day!!!
P.S. The photos above are from the one week we had our cameras on…not bad, but the better bucks are still out there – probably laughing at my dumba** every time I travel to the woods!