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When your hunting pants don't fit

This past fall, my routine became almost comical.   I would leave my backpack on the ground, climb into my treestand, get settled and unbutton my wool pants. Four years ago, I wore base layers with monkey-thumbs to hide the Queeze-Away bands that I wore around my wrists.   I never got sick, but those early morning breakfasts and treks to the Sky Condo were a little more challenging when I was trying to hide a pregnancy.   Dad makes sure that I am always secure and comfortable when I am sitting 10-16 feet up in my treestands but if he knew I was pregnant, I was not sure how far off the ground he would allow me to be. So, I kept my first pregnancy a secret during the entire season. I hunted, hiked and pulled the same 10 hour days with Dad that we always did.   I would fall asleep right after dinner, but the fresh air and adventure of being in the woods kept me going.    Hubby shot his first buck ever that season; a small crotch horn and for me, the pressure was on to get one

Early antlers

Since the neighbors feed the deer, the small herd of 7 had stayed close by throughout the winter.  Now that the snow was melting, they were moving back to their more biologically appropriate foods sources; grass, shrubs and trees. I had suspected that one of the twins born last spring was a buck, but until this point, I had not been able to get my camera zoomed in enough to make sure. But, there they are!  The start of little pedicles on his head. I hope that he sticks around throughout the summer so that I can watch his antlers grow but I have a feeling that he will leave this group and we will have only does to watch.  Maybe he will come back in the fall when the rut hits!

Circle of life: roadkill edition

"Did you see that?" Staci had noticed a large bird in the woods while we were driving down the road.  I stopped the car and slowly reversed.  Like normal outdoor women, we parked the car on the side of the road, grabbed our cameras and started walking across the road, taking photos of dead animals and the predators that were taking advantage of the food. A dead deer in the woods makes a great meal for scavengers There was no bird on the deer carcass when we got a clear view of it, but there was a bird in the trees angrily squawking at us.  At first, I thought it sounded like an osprey but when I saw this eagle hiding above us.  He was not happy to have his meal interrupted. We snapped a few more pictures and left him to go back to eating.  An immature Bald Eagle