This is how I started my second week of deer hunting.
I have never been so quiet in the woods. I was painstakingly slow and keeping my eyes peeled for deer. The week before, I had jumped two deer under my stand and I was determined not to have that happen again.
I walked out and around our normal route into my stand. I was at a snail's pace. I would walk, stop and look. I would look again and take a couple of steps before doing it all over again. I watched for any movement near my stand.
The leaves had fallen off the trees from the wind storm the weekend prior so I had a better view of the area. I could not see any movement near my stand so I paused next to our trail camera to look around and relax a little bit. The minute that I stopped, three loud blows jumped me off to my left. I had made a huge error; I was so concerned about looking near my stand, that I never figured that the deer would be on the opposite side of the path.
I watched their flags wave as the bound into the thick woods and I picked up my pace and headed to my stand. I was pretty confident that I wouldn't see another deer for the rest of the day. I was right. But, at least I knew that there were plenty of does around that stand. If only I had a doe permit!