The last day in 2D ended with me hunting by myself for the first time in at least a year. Maybe 2. Really can't remember the last time I hunted deer without my best hunting buddy/son, who was away for the weekend.
Only instructions I had from him were:
1. No crossbows in his tree stand
2. Don't shoot the 10 or 7 point bucks he had seen out of it
Hunted in the AM on a property we hadn't been to since the first morning. It's a hard one to hunt - a long, skinny 13 acres at the southern end of a couple hundred acres of timber, with some man made impediments to deer movement. Never see a whole lot there, but usually a couple, and that held true.
Hunted in the PM about 250 yards from my son's stand. With a mostly NNE wind, I took up a position in the southwest corner of a still-standing cornfield, where some succulent greens are growing where the corn didn't quite take hold for whatever reason. Wasn't real confident in my concealment, standing next to a choke cherry tree surrounded by crabapple trees a couple steps into the woods, but it turned out to be pretty good.
I've never been a fan of antler restrictions, and would happily shoot any buck. A little after 5, I could see a deer walking directly towards me a couple rows into the corn. At 75 yards, I could see his right antler was a fork with no brow. When he finally emerged and turned broadside at 25 yards, by the time I could see he actually had three up with no brow on the left and register in my brain that I could shoot, he calmly turned north and and continued on back into the corn.
2 does and their 3 fawns came from almost the same direction in which he headed, and pretty much reversed his course. I gave 'em a pass, in the hopes that he might have bumped into them and would be joining them for a little evening romance, but it wasn't to be.
Had a lone, year old doe walk up to within 5 yards of me as I stood on the ground.
A bigger, lone doe stepped out of the corn right on the edge of shooting time, but she was at about 46 yards, which is beyond my comfort zone, even with a cross bow.
It was pretty fun to have that many deer that close and not get busted by any, while I actually had a weapon in my hand, instead of just sitting and watching my son. Good to feel the tightness in the chest of some buck fever when your blood pressure gets up to about 200/130.
We've got 3 spots in 2B we can hunt, none of which we've been on since last year. Imagine we'll hit one or two of 'em sometime in the next couple of weeks as my son continues his quest to take a buck with his compound.