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Alright then, so I went out this past Saturday for a morning hunt. I decided to hunt this small section of public that's probably only about 90 acres. This section is located in a very flat swampy creek bottom. Aside from the creek that runs through back part of this section, this area is pretty featureless. I had decided that NW wind was perfect to hunt a stand near a thick briary bedding area. This is a pretty good spot as I had shot 3 deer last season. Now this spot is not to far off the road, only about 350 to 400 yards. As I made my way to the stand using only my green headlamp I realized that I had somehow gotten turned around and was actually heading the completely away from my stand location. I don't use bright eyes un public, relying mostly mostly on pin drop on my hunting app. My location finder on the app was working very slow and at times seemed not to be keeping up. A few times I thought I was close only to realize nothing looked familiar. While stumbling around the woods almost aimlessly my foot caught an unseen branch under the tall marshy grass causing me to fall onto my left ribs on a log also under the grass. After about 25 minutes of searching I finally came to another stand location area that I had hunted once before. As the sun was starting to come up I climbed into a familiar looking poplar tree. By the time I made it up it was completely light enough for me to see and to realize that it was way to thick and that I had almost no shooting lanes. Deer would almost have to be directly under the tree to have a shot. Also the NW wind was completely wrong for this location. As I sat there a few minutes, I bent over to remove my knaider and swaider my cell phone fell out of shirt pocket an landed at the base of tree. I sat there a few more minutes trying to decide what to do while cooling down from my total cluster.
I then proceeded to knock my hat of of the hook as well. It was at this point that I decided that in my 30 years of hunting this was my most embarrassing and humbling experience out in the deer woods and that it was time to get down, pack up and go home with my bruised ribs and battered ego. How many of you guys have had humbling experience in the the great deer woods?
I then proceeded to knock my hat of of the hook as well. It was at this point that I decided that in my 30 years of hunting this was my most embarrassing and humbling experience out in the deer woods and that it was time to get down, pack up and go home with my bruised ribs and battered ego. How many of you guys have had humbling experience in the the great deer woods?
