Last weekend Dad, Hubby and I decided to ride around and see if we could find our deer. I secretly wished to find a shed but that didn't happen.
An eagle flew from a tall spruce tree as we crossed a field and headed into the woods. There were wet spots, muddy spots and running streams but we pushed on. The amount of deer tracks were incredible. Crossing the snowmobile trails, gathered around ground hemlock... our herd was having an easy winter with lots of food available with no real effort needed to find it.
We headed down a side snowmobile trail that runs parallel to the trail that we take to get to T3. I almost ran into Dad's sled when he came to a stop at the bottom of the hill. He got off of the snowmobile and walked over to the cluster of trees. What I wouldnt give to have seen this deer during hunting season!
|Swamp deer rub|
|Another view of the deer rub|
Looping back onto the main trail, Dad stopped again. This one was even bigger. These two tree are within two feet of one another. There was either an incredibly frustrated rutted up buck hanging out in the swamp or a moose! I could not wrap my hands around the tree and have my fingers touch.
|Huge deer rub.|
The plan now is to change things up, get Hubby ready for archery season and get Dad all set for muzzleloading season. If we can be in the woods from October 1 until December 12 then hopefully we can cross paths with at least one of these huge bucks!