I'm back from my first deer hunting trip in 2 years. I'm pooped and smiling.
I went up to St Andrews Friday afternoon to meet some friends, who were going to show me where to hunt. I never found them, so I came back to the house and regrouped.
Saturday, I went down to Hanford Reach and took the Hawkin .50 out for a walk. I saw a number of deer and had good shots at 2 of them, but passed, when I realized I would have to trek the animal out by myself. Either that, or build a small fire and start eating the critter on the spot.
I followed one little doe up out of the Russian Olive for about a mile, trekking along about 100 yards behind her. I had to make a little noise several times, to keep her moving out in front of me. There were hunters on the far side of her, so I couldn't shoot. I tried to herd her along toward them, but she insisted on hanging to the left. she slipped past them without being seen and I watched her sneak out of range.
Good times, but I think that is my last deer trip alone. I just don't enjoy hunting alone as I used to.