This weekend, I went with Dad and hubby to set the trail camera and put up my tree seat. Everytime Dad brings in the camera to review what we got for photos, we have to look at the photos of the 10 pointer. Clearly I have been WAY too excited because we realized that the massive buck we thought was a 10 was really a massive 8 and that the 10 pointer comes into the camera 10 minutes later. So, out of the 5 pics were thought were the same buck, it's really 2 deer! Dad thinks the 8 must have at least a 20 inches span and he called dibs. Which means I get the 10. Im very much ok with that. We will see what shows up this week. Anyways, my fail as a blogger... We spent probably 2 hours around the area that we hunt. We checked the Sky Condo to make sure the squatter was no where to be seen and put up the tree seat. We looked for sign (hello massive deer tracks) and scrapes. I showed hubby where I shot my doe and lost my doe. And somewhere in between marching through the woods and looking at last year's scrapes, I realized I did not bring anything to take pictures with. No camera, no cell phone. Nada. Fail! I went back through my cell to see if I had the photos that I took last year while sitting in my tree seat and nothing. I was hoping they were there so I could at least post some photo that related to this past weekend. Nope. Fail! Next time I go into my hunting grounds, I think it will be on the 29th, which is opening day. A camera and cell are both mandatory on my list. Then, you can see the views from my condo/seat and (fingers crossed) how big this 8 and 10 pointer are = ) Maybe we should take bets on how big the spread on the 8 really is... I will figure out a way to get a pic if we don't drag him out on opening day.
Jesse Phillips had no intention of bear hunting. He was along for the ride with friend and host of Blood Origins , Robbie Kroger, who was on his annaul bear hunt with Grove Hill Outfitters . Being convinced that he should go hunt, Jesse grabbed the 45-10 and headed into a treestand. He wore his cowboy boots, jeans and flannel, "the only thing I didn't do was put on deoterant" Jesse laughed. Climbing up into the stand a little before 2pm, he held no expectations for seeing his first bear in the wild. He was doing this just to apease the guys in camp. At 4:02, a bear appeared. "He was about 40 yards away," explained Jesse, "and he was just walkeding around, sniffing and eating. He wasn't interested in the bait at all." Watching the bear, Jesse knew he needed to remain calm. He was in no position to move his gun and take a shot without the bear spooking. The bear walked in and out of the opening with no intention of heading to the bait. Jesse