Firearm season started yesterday, but I didn’t make it out yesterday. I did today, though.
On the way to the shack, I rounded the hill and a deer ran across my path. It disappeared into the woods. A moment later two more deer went by. Guess I spooked them. They were probably lying around in the field when I came stomping along the path.
I never mastered the silent walk, but I should try to be a little more quiet next time.
I made it to the shack, put some apples on the ground and got settled in. I was reading Joe Hill’s Horns on my phone when I heard a crunching sound. I looked and saw this little deer eating the apples. By the time I got my phone’s camera ready, it was walking away. That was the only deer that showed up at the shack today.