Well, went to Wimberley to hunt with an army buddy. Got in the ladder stand about 4:30, windy as all get out, and swirling. But, after the rain and weather had passed, felt like the deer would be moving. First thing I saw was a jackrabbit, then the longhorns came by--slingshot and a marble for each of them and they moved right along.
About 6:30 I picked out a doe back in the brush, sort of quartering downwind. She worked her way up to the last screen of brush next to the feeder and stood with nose in the air for a minute or two, then turned and I thought she was leaving. However, she came up the trail through the brush and stepped into the opening in clear sight. However, the limb on the oak tree sagged just enough that my arrow was gonna hit the limb and never get to her. If she had been 2' closer to me or 2' to the left, I had a lane. But, she raised that forefoot, stomped, turned, and walked off.
Next morning, on another piece of property, had a yearling come in after the feeder spun--but too small to shoot. Eventually he sniffed me out and left, in that stiff-legged walk we've all seen. About 15 minutes later I was covered up with does and fawns--8 of them. Had the two largest broadside at 16 & 18 yds, but never could draw on them as the stand is relatively open and every time I thought it was right, there would be at least 4 sets of eyes looking around. Then they finally left and went to the top of the ridge where my buddy was on stand. He got a shot at the largest doe, but killed the oak tree behind her. Figured out that his lower limb probably touched his leg when he shot--
Oh well, back next weekend.
About 6:30 I picked out a doe back in the brush, sort of quartering downwind. She worked her way up to the last screen of brush next to the feeder and stood with nose in the air for a minute or two, then turned and I thought she was leaving. However, she came up the trail through the brush and stepped into the opening in clear sight. However, the limb on the oak tree sagged just enough that my arrow was gonna hit the limb and never get to her. If she had been 2' closer to me or 2' to the left, I had a lane. But, she raised that forefoot, stomped, turned, and walked off.
Next morning, on another piece of property, had a yearling come in after the feeder spun--but too small to shoot. Eventually he sniffed me out and left, in that stiff-legged walk we've all seen. About 15 minutes later I was covered up with does and fawns--8 of them. Had the two largest broadside at 16 & 18 yds, but never could draw on them as the stand is relatively open and every time I thought it was right, there would be at least 4 sets of eyes looking around. Then they finally left and went to the top of the ridge where my buddy was on stand. He got a shot at the largest doe, but killed the oak tree behind her. Figured out that his lower limb probably touched his leg when he shot--
Oh well, back next weekend.