Deer Hunting Late Season 2015-16

Good luck  BTDT.  I'm going to pass on anymore deer killing,I'm just not seeing that many deer in my neck of the woods. I talk to Marko and he wants me to go to Pymy a couple more time before it gets cold. Should be comfortable sitting in your tree stand or ground blind more like October.

Betcha can't guess why it took me so long to post on my excursion seeking the elusive PA. White-Tailed Deer today.  Well,  stupid deer and,  that's all I have to say about that
 
 
 
 

Big Tuna
Good luck  BTDT.  I'm going to pass on anymore deer killing,I'm just not seeing that many deer in my neck of the woods. I talk to Marko and he wants me to go to Pymy a couple more time before it gets cold. Should be comfortable sitting in your tree stand or ground blind more like October.

 
Thank-you kindly Big Tuna for the good luck wishes.  As for the fishing I must warn that, you will be in for good times.  However, you should be aware of any 'wagers' suggested by a certain individual when it comes to 'who catches the most fish'.
Psssssstt!  Beware, of any suggestions that you fish somewhere else, especially from a boat.  Second, the mention of using "the docks' as a venue for fishing.  Third, keep an eye open for any "ringers" that may be fishing those same docks.  Not something I would tell just anybody so, let's just keep this our little secret. 
 
 
Have a great time catching and may your creel be filled with wonderful memories.
 
 
 

Ohhhhhh boy..............  bet I'm gonna hear about placing wagers on catching fish pretty soon.

Hell Brock I'd probably get so excited, over just seeing a legal shooter, I would get "Buck Fever".  My gosh, wouldn't it have been nice to be sitting in that tree.
 
Beautiful picture, thanks for sharing.

That's pretty funny. Stupid deer!

Well, I can see you didn't learn anything since I been GOne! I don't know if there is any hope at all. I'll have to talk to the Captain to see what he thinks!!

It's Sunday morning, my U.S. flag gently waving in the south wind as I sit in the kitchen having my first fix of caffeine to start my day.  
 
Far too early to read the Sunday news papers, they haven't arrived yet and most likely won't because, I don't get the Sunday news papers.  No need of course, you silly gooses, I have "The Internet" where one can get all the 'stupid crap' anyone could want to read including a gazillion and one half spins on, the very same subject.
 
The weather, of course, being my first interest for the day says it's 43 degrees with rain to be expected this morning followed by high winds (20-30 mph/gusting to 50 mph) and dropping temperatures through this afternoon.  The Weather Channel, where everyone is a meteorologist including the custodial staff, has named this new storm "Hera".  How wonderful, naming all the storms,  ingenuous idea there and you can bet  "Hera" is proof that "climate change" can happen, within in a matter of hours.
 
I'm sure by now you are asking yourself why I would be discussing my morning, plus the weather, on a hunting thread and you can rest assured.........  I don't know.
 
I think it might be do to 'withdrawal',  last night closed out another exciting and productive season of seeking the ever elusive White-Tailed Deer in the Pennsylvania Wilds.  I say productive; even though it has created a nasty (soon to be broken) habit of getting out of bed before the sun rises at 10:00 AM,  because I learned of new hunting grounds where I can get lost by merely turning around.  Not to worry, my survival training I learned as a kid kicked in and I immediately clicked my heels three times and began screaming I want to go home.  It worked, I think, or maybe it was the wild mushrooms I don't know but, some bearded dude pops-up wearing a cape and offers me a ride in his balloon.
 
Just kidding of course, about the balloon but I did find a creek and, everyone knows following a creek will eventually bring you to a bridge.  So down stream I go and did find a bridge on a road I recognized and was happy that I was only 5 miles (as the crow fly's) from my car.   The irony of the story, my car was parked less than a 1/4 mile north of my initial wrong turn where I became somewhat disoriented but I forgot, which side of the tree the moss grows on and my stupid compass must of broke cause I could not get the needle to point to N. no matter which way I turned.  Now, for those doubting me, I know I was five (the way the crow fly's) miles from my car when I found the bridge because I used the GPS on my phone to measure the distance.
 
I should mention here, being of sound mind and having more bull crap then a rodeo barn, parts of my story may contain a bit of fiction because......  no way in hell would I ever admit to becoming lost.  The mushrooms, on the other hand, do taste good on a roasted baloney and cheese sandmidge.
 
The area I hunted Saturday opens new opportunity and does in fact have a creek running through it.  As I slowly stepped through the area, stopping for minutes at a time, I could hear the the water flowing and bubbling as it passed over gravel and rock.  Brought back memories of Two Mile run, between Rocky Grove and Reno in Sugarcreek Boro, where I fished for trout as a kid.(Hey, I was a kid, what can I say?).  At times I found myself looking at the water,  instead of the woods, thinking about time passing like the the frog spit floating by, on the surface of the pools.  That's when and where I became lost and there was no bearded dude in a cape, just memories, memories of friends and relatives who have, like the frog spit, meandered on.  But that's why memories are made, so we don't forget and, to fuel dreams of memories yet to be made.
 
As the last minutes of daylight faded and heavy fog began drifting toward me from across the fields, I slowly leveled the cross hairs of my scope, I squeezed the trigger and my arrow found it's mark, for the last time this season, as I de-cocked the crossbow.  Then I heard something, something that never caught my attention before, something I had no memories of until now.  From all directions around me I could hear shots, shots fired by the flint lockers as they touched off the black powder in their guns as if in a tribute to close yet another chapter in the journals of White-Tailed Deer hunting  The Pennsylvania Wilds.  
 
A memory I hope to relive for years to come.
 
 

I'm impressed for a diesel sniffing short circuit I must admit your story writing is pretty darn good.Too many hours in a sleeper?

Agree with the others BTDT. Always entertaining to read your stories. Here's to better luck with the "elusive PA whitetail" next year.

Garmin echoMAP 44DV Chartplotter/Fishfinder

BTDT MAN I LOVE YOUR STORIES ! This is the fishfinder I ordered should be here tomorrow ...I have an old One that is ready to bite it so figured I would give this one a try. Sounds like it's just a little bigger then a cell phone but has GPS so we will see has to be better then what I have right now... Spring will be here before you know it ... Stay warm my friend hope to see ya on the water soon...