Found a spot in a public area I hadn’t ever hunted before, seemed like a good funnel area between several at fields so I gave it a shot today. Bumped a deer and saw a fresh rub getting in so I set up shop and climbed a tree right away.
Deer came from every direction.
Saw a small doe going Mach 5 across a picked corn field.
Had a buck about 75 yards away cruise through, hard to tell size on him.
Had a big doe working her way toward me from the north, she started to change course and was 33 yards broadside feeding. I had the bow off the hanger and was debating it when I heard something crashing through standing corn by me and then a buck was 55 yards away directly south of me.
I was hoping he would head for the doe but he just kept munching on what’s left of greenery, antlers full of dried corn stalks.
I begged and pleaded for him to come my way both under my breath, with a grunt tube, and a silent prayers to any deity that might be listening. I couldn’t get him to come in any closer. After about 10 minutes he headed into the standing corn on the other side of the funnel.
I returned my attention to the doe who had now browsed her way out to 42 yards, 2 yards beyond my self imposed absolute max range, never to come back inside 40 again.
I was cursing my luck on the hike out but by about a quarter of the way back to the truck I realized I was almost laughing to myself. I want to put deer on the ground but I am having some darn fun encounters this season for a guy who hasn’t been able to put blood on an arrow yet this year.
Headed back to that area again tomorrow.