These snow-covered spruce trees are nice to look at, and for me, they certainly help to bring on the Christmas spirit - and probably the end of my hunting season. While there are yet several days remaining in the deer season, it almost seems like opening day was a long time ago....and not a snow flake in sight. And that was only two weeks ago.
6:30 a.m. November 20th, hunkered down in a beech woods
an overhead view a few minutes later....and just a bit more light
It wasn't that long of a wait
As the sun began to climb I couldn't help thinking how much I enjoyed carving my initials into the smooth gray bark of beech trees when I was a young man.....in those early years I probably wouldn't have allowed a good buck to sneak in undetected like I did on this day. I missed the deer, hitting an ironwood tree instead.
This is my nephew Regan. A polite young fellow, I believe he's stifling a laugh regarding his uncle's marksmanship.
The Bartz brothers and D.J. plot a strategy for the pm hunt.
Most of the people in this article - myself excluded - are still hunting when time permits. And they probably will until the season ends. Mine already has. Time to think Christmas!
