r3g3
Note from CT---lol
Every time I fill an occasional doe tag all I think about is next years twins and will I wonder where all the deer went if next year is a lean one.
Butt- like my old deer hunting friend used to say-ya cant eat horns.
And like I always replied - but ya cant cut all the trees for firewood and then look for shade either.
I hear what you're saying r3, my elusive PA. White Tailed Deer are just so danged cute, it really does have me thinking if I should pull the trigger. So why do I sit in my highchair swinging my feet, swaying in the trees, in howling winds, at below freezing temperatures wondering if the tickle in the middle of my back, might be a deeer tick?
Then at the end of the season, with empty freezer (stupid fish) I think I'll forego next season, wasting money on doe tags along with other related hunting paraphernalia like arrows, bolts, ammo, upteen boxes of hand/footwarmers and cases of baloney and cheese lunchables. Although, I do get a good buy on the lunchables at my local Amish 'dent & scratch' grocery/hardware/feedmill.
Yet, come doe tag application due date, there I am at the mailbox patiently waiting the arrival of the local postman in order that I may hand deliver and assure my pink envelope will arrive at my county courthouse, without delay.
Soooo why do I do what I do....
I have no clue!!
Welllll that being said, I am excited to say I have been seeing some good things regarding the deer population in my little piece of Penn's Woods. Just recently I placed two field cams in my back yard, hoping to capture pictures of the four adult does and four fawn along with a buck which at this time has three-up in velvet. Priceless.... I might think, except the stupid bucks are "never" around during deer season, what's up with that? Maybe I should get lunchables without garlic baloney? umm, problem is, it never says anything on the label about "Garlic" in the baloney
Anyways, without a doubt (or delay) I will be posting pictures in the coming days, provided that I can remember where in the hell I put the cameras.
In the meantime, good times, tight lines and happy hunting.