I awoke at a quarter to four in the morning and began getting ready. An hour later I was fully ready to step out the door. But, that would mean I’d be in the blind by five AM, with shooting hour not for another hour and forty minutes.
I decided that I’d try to get a bite to eat and check the weather before heading out. With breakfast finished, I checked the weather only to find out that rain is moving into the area. And, right at that moment, I hear the drip..drip…drip of rain onto the metal roof outside the window. So, I run out onto the deck and grab my outter wear, jump into them before they got soaked and jump into the truck. Immediately, I was beginning to have doubts on my day. I’ll have the disadvantage of not being able to use my ears for today’s hunt.
After arriving at my parking spot, I gathered my gear and go to lock the door, but hit the horn button…”There ya go, Justin! Way to keep your hunting experiences consistent!”…as the horn sounds off four times. So, disgusted with myself, I head across the yard through an opening in the stone wall and stop to spray down with “Scent Killer”. I flip on the flashlight, load my gun, safety ON, and head across the field and into the woods.
It was a relatively quite walk through the damp grass and leaves, but once I entered the blind I realized that not only was the sound of the rain upon the leaves going to be an issue, but also the endless pitter-patter on the top of the blind.
It was pretty uneventful in the woods...but at least I was out there trying. A few squirrels, a hunter, and an owl that nearly flew inside the ground blind, were all I saw. I didn't bother putting out any estros scent or buck scrape scent...figured it probably wouldn't matter much. I don't think too many deer were in the area I was hunting, I think they remained largely within their bedding areas due to the rain. I don't think the mountain got a lot of pressure either. All of today I only saw two other hunters…the one that walked past my blind and another back at the road.
I called off the morning hunt at around nine-thirty and headed back to he farm to tend to the animals and check on my son. I’d hit the woods later in the day, but later that day the rain was even heavier so I didn’t bother going out again. Instead, I re-washed my clothes in preparation for the next day.
I decided that I’d try to get a bite to eat and check the weather before heading out. With breakfast finished, I checked the weather only to find out that rain is moving into the area. And, right at that moment, I hear the drip..drip…drip of rain onto the metal roof outside the window. So, I run out onto the deck and grab my outter wear, jump into them before they got soaked and jump into the truck. Immediately, I was beginning to have doubts on my day. I’ll have the disadvantage of not being able to use my ears for today’s hunt.
After arriving at my parking spot, I gathered my gear and go to lock the door, but hit the horn button…”There ya go, Justin! Way to keep your hunting experiences consistent!”…as the horn sounds off four times. So, disgusted with myself, I head across the yard through an opening in the stone wall and stop to spray down with “Scent Killer”. I flip on the flashlight, load my gun, safety ON, and head across the field and into the woods.
It was a relatively quite walk through the damp grass and leaves, but once I entered the blind I realized that not only was the sound of the rain upon the leaves going to be an issue, but also the endless pitter-patter on the top of the blind.
It was pretty uneventful in the woods...but at least I was out there trying. A few squirrels, a hunter, and an owl that nearly flew inside the ground blind, were all I saw. I didn't bother putting out any estros scent or buck scrape scent...figured it probably wouldn't matter much. I don't think too many deer were in the area I was hunting, I think they remained largely within their bedding areas due to the rain. I don't think the mountain got a lot of pressure either. All of today I only saw two other hunters…the one that walked past my blind and another back at the road.
I called off the morning hunt at around nine-thirty and headed back to he farm to tend to the animals and check on my son. I’d hit the woods later in the day, but later that day the rain was even heavier so I didn’t bother going out again. Instead, I re-washed my clothes in preparation for the next day.
