So i finally moved to a state that does not have the death penatly for somebody that goes hunting. so i decided to go for the first time on saturday.
i load up my truck with all the essential hunting gear on Friday and take off to the loaction that is about 2 hours away from me. There is a large lake there so i decide to bring along my fishing gear as well
I arrive at the site and there are already a couple guys there repairing their campers and camper shelters from the storm that came across on Tuesday. I talk to them for a while about meaningless crap, I am always surprised what people will tell you if you listen.
So I head off through the woods and find a tree that has fell with a nice root ball laying on the ground, about 8 x 6 feet and decided I will set up a blind there. So i reach the ball and have my fishing poles in my right hand, my rifle over my left shoulder and my backpack on my back (of course). All of a sudden i hear this sound and think to myself that the squirells sure are loud here. I look over my shoulder and a deer is trotting toward me, about 10 feet away
I stood still as a building and waited to see what she was going to do, well she kept trotting along and never stopped
so i never even got a shot off.
for the rest of the day on friday i was going between fishing and hunting because i was hearing "stuff" in the woods that I knew was a deer near my blind. I would sneak back up the hill from the lake and nothing, so when i was up there I would hear fish jumping all over the place. i would run back down the hill and try to snag them - this went on for 6 hours. didn't catch ****.
oh well - i had all day saturday to catch one