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September starts ‘go-time’!

Check your batteries, clean up the SD cards and get those cameras ready for deer season to begin.  September really kicks off ‘go-time’ for deer hunting.  The trail cameras need to be in the best possible spots, the treeseats go into the trees, blinds get any last tweaks and the amount of food available is telling; is it a good apple year? acorns? Or will the deer be moving into the cornfields and competing with the turkeys and bear?

We have lucked out and had some pretty lean winters over the past couple of years. The deer on our property are quite healthy and have the body mass to prove it.  We have also been fortunate to have pictures of a fawn on the camera this year.  That marks two years in a row that we have had fawns born on the property! Hopefully this one is buck and we can watch those little buttons grow.


Deer season is also when I unwind.  If you have ever sat for hours on end, you know what I am talking about.  You melt into the landscape.  You hear the geese and squirrels and probably a few turkey. You can put away the cell phone (I make a point of doing it) and just process everything without worrying about Facebook notification, how many re-tweets you got or likes on Instagram.  It is a break from all of it and a chance to refocus on what is important. For me, it is like meditation, 12 feet off the ground.  I love it.  I look forward to it. 


Each weekend, it is exciting to plan our strategy and figure out who will move to which treestands and when. We share stories from our time in the woods and (I) become obsessed about trail camera pictures, rubs and new scrapes.  I can’t wait to see if I will get to watch this new fawn walk under my stand like last year’s fawn did. And I love being able to hunt with Dad and the comfort that comes from seeing his orange hat appear from the thick woods when it’s time to head in for lunch.
We will scout and plan and work hard this upcoming season to bring home meat.  But really, is there ever a bad day to be in the woods hunting?

As cliché as it is, hunting season is about so much more than killing a deer.  In this crazy world, hunting brings us back to our roots.  It allows us to reconnect with our families and enjoy being outside as the seasons change. I look forward to it every year and then find myself waking up on Sunday in late November and wondering where the time went.

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