Traditional Bowhunting: It’s Not Supposed To Be Easy…
Standing at the edge of the trees, I waited for just enough light to allow me to slip quietly to my stand. I knew a bobbing flashlight would cause the deer to move right out of this little woodlot. Come daylight, I planned to be stationed between the deer and their safe haven in the adjacent cornfield.
The soft morning light gradually pushed the darkness out of the woods. The antics of an early rising flock of chickadees kept me occupied as the first rays of sunrise lit up the brightly colored leaves at the tops of the trees.
If I could bottle that heady aroma of the woods in October I could probably sell enough of it to quit my day job. Just the smell alone that morning was worth the price of my hunting license.
After awhile, I noticed two deer moving along the edge of the woods between my stand and the cornfield. A doe and button buck fawn passed by, out of bow range, and proceeded to where I had entered the woods on the way to my treestand, only an hour earlier. There they locked up.
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