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Oh the wind!

After checking the cameras last week and seeing that coyote, we picked our spots and headed out early to get ahead of the deer. The time change made it hard to wake up so early! but we trudged through the woods and found our spots: me in the Sky Condo, Hubby in T3 and Dad in the nearby tree seat. Dad was fighting a cold so he decided to sit all morning and leave it to us to come get him when we were ready.

The view from the Sky Condo
I had the grunt, a bleat and a set of antlers with me but I wasnt sure how early to start calling.  The wind kept me from hearing anything moving around.  Even watching was hard because those beech leaves look a lot like a tail moving when you catch it out of the corner of your eye.

I used the grunt.  I waited and tried the bleat.  I rattled.  Nothing.

I got a text from Hubby a little before 8 that he would walk up to me in a little bit.  That was followed by a text saying that two does were walking straight AT him, up one of the new shooting lanes. He was on watch for a buck.  The does walked right next to T3, unaware that Hubby was sitting there. They were on a mission though and headed my way!

I never saw them.  Hubby walked up and we split up to make two large circles ending up where Dad was sitting.  This was the first time that I was still hunting this season.

Down the old skidder trail 
Sporting my new Prois Sherpa Vest and hat.
I didn't jump a deer or see anything besides some coyote poop.  I also noticed that where we normally see scrapes and rubs, there was nothing. It was as though the bucks completely left the area.  I made my loop and got within 50 feet of Dad before he saw me. The wind kept the leaves moving, branches swaying and the deer bedded.

Hubby reported sighting of two does and Dad reported two hunters walking up, almost to him, before they realized someone was sitting there and turned around.  Seriously! We have permission to be on that piece of land plus it abuts our own land.  What is with people thinking that they can do anywhere they want?!?!

After lunch, we went over to the mountain and sat for a few hours.  It was peaceful (aside from the wind) to be back where it had all started; the first tree house and where I shot my first deer.

Looking up the mountain from the tree house
The guys walked around a bit as I sat and watched.  They came and got me early because they couldnt hear or see anything and there were no signs of deer anywhere around.

We probably shouldnt have (we will see when we look at the trail camera pics tonight) but we called it a day early.  There was no point in trying to stay out late when nothing as moving and even if it was, you couldnt hear it.

So, another weekend in the books and now, it is starting to get into crunch time.  This weekend is supposed to be windy as well with a cold front moving in.  Maybe that will get the deer moving and feeding a little more.  I am hoping that when I check the trail cameras today, there is more movement on them!

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