It was a dark and stormy night.... OK afternoon but its Halloween and its my story and I'm stickin to it.
Light rain falling with the wind from the Southwest when I took refuge in my highrise groundblind, at 5:30ish.
Funny how ones eyes can play tricks as one sits patiently waiting for the arrival of a elusive white tailed stupid deer.
Yinz know what I'm sayin as ya watch over a freshly harvested corn field, where stalks remain standing. One minute the stalk was there and the next minute the stalk is gone. Then there is those groups of stalks, sometimes three and four, that seem to change shape or move. Well I'm here to tell yinz that aint funny on a dark and stormy Halloween afternoon night.
I sat quietly, snug as bug in a wet rug, peering out the windows of my groundblind. This time I was ready because I ripped the velcro attached screens from the window openings before the stupid deer appeared in the field.
Wasn't much past 5:40 when I caught movement in the corner of my eye. Turning ever so slowly toward the movement, I inch my finger to the realease of my now fully drawn bow, thinking if that's one of those dam cornstalks I'm gonna shoot the SOB. OK, shoot at it, but it turned out to be one of them antlerless jack-a-lope, so no problem.
Turning back toward the main cornfield I couldn't help but now notice 4 deer that weren't there before and a 5th just breaking from the underbrush.
They was all about 150 yds away and they stayed in that area, happly feeding when wayyyyy over on the other side about 180 yards, there appears a huge deer and I'm sure it's not cornstalks cause this dude is sporting a small oak tree on it's head. OK, maybe a Maple tree but it definitely was a buck and he spotted the other deer in the field. I guess he musta thinked the deer was cornstalks cause he went about his business munching on whatever he was munching on.
Wasnt long before the five put their noses in the air followed by their tails and it was happy trails.
A once Southwest wind became a Northeast wind and that's all she wrote.
Well it was getting late and very little shooting light remained when I decided to pack it in. That's when I learned the trap door is sooo swollen from all the rain, there is absolutely no gap anywhere and the screw driver I carted along to pry the door open, aint workin...... SOB!!!
But persistence along with cursing and stomping my feet prevailed and I eventually made it safely to the ground, 4 feet below.
It was only after regaining my composure along with my thoughts when I noticed a weird looking fog lifting from the bayou, 200 yds to my east. I dont think I would have noticed the fog as it was a dark and stormy night, but the light from a kerosene lantern, cast the shadow of someone fishing, on the banks of the bayou.
π»HAPPY HALLOWEENπ