WCW don't know if you get the same weather pattern as we do here in my little piece of Penn's Woods but if you do you might want to button up your shack over the next couple days. Winters coming with a fresh batch of snow and more of that stupid wind.
Must agree when the wind settled down today, it made a difference and became enjoyable to be in the Pennsylvania Wilds. Even funner, daylight growing longer along with a blanket of snow on the ground makin for more time in the wilderness.
Mounted a new scope with "IR" on my crossbow yesterday so needless to say I was eager to get out this afternoon in hope of some field testing.
Thought it may happen around 4:30pm a large deer crossed a field about 150 yds to my south, disappearing into the tree line along the field's eastern boarder. That's the same area I placed the top section of a ladder stand a day before field testing my first tick. I wasn't there today because I didn't want to sit out in the stupid wind which stopped blowing after I set-up in my high rise ground blind.... stupid wind. However, there was a 50 50 chance the deer would turn north and if following the deer trail that exits the woods 30 yds to my south there would be a good chance I could be enjoying back-strap right now. Which obviously I ain't because the stupid deer didn't do what it was suppose to... stupid deer.
Instead, a squirrel caught my eye while bounding and bouncing across the ground, doing whatever squirrels do, just before sundown. Fortunately, the squirrel turned my attention in the right direction causing me to notice four legs walking through heavy under brush, following the deer trail that exits the woods, 30yds to my east.
Slowly...ever so slowly, crossbow on shooting rest, safety off, right hand on stock as my left hand adjusted the "IR". First dim then bright, beginning with green then to red and back to green, bright then dim then bright again. Looking, waiting, watching as the legs moved from heavy cover past the trees into my shooting lane. Green then red, bright to dim, dim to bright and finally the 30 yd recticle now glowing in my eye focused behind the left shoulder, finger on the trigger, inhale then sligtly exhaling and hold, and hold, and hold, as the deer continued to my north where it once again stopped, to dig in the snow. This deer was much smaller, maybe going on two years old and it was just so darned cute.
Sure didn't get no back strap but this leftover blony-n-cheez sanmidge ain't bad.
Now if you will excuse me I must go and check to see if there remains a green glow in my new scope, I think I forgot to turn the thing off and I don't have a stupid spare battery.