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.
Reason number 3,657,935 why my Dad is the best: As we were snowmobiling, we approached a bog and three eagles with about 20 crows took off. It could only mean one thing in my book - something was dead. We circled back and walked around in the snow but the birds had left and we couldnt find anything that would resemble a meal. A part of me thinks that we were in the wrong piece of land and should have been on the other side of the bog but in our snowmobile gear, we were not going to cover a lot of ground. I was disappointed that we couldn't find what the birds were eating but I was able to get some good pictures of one of the mature eagles and the immature eagle that were flying around.