Hunting deer is slow, just sit and sit. A lot of time for self reflection, while taking in the outside. Taking in the October warmth that limits wildlife movement to dusk, night and dawn. We need a good freeze to kill off native food sources and break their late summer patterns. I could use a break from the calm time I've spent sitting in a stand.
Switch gears, second stand and POP-THUMP!! More reflections;
A short time later and I am trying to call other coyote out of a creek bed. I have 3 deer come out of the timber and into an open alfalfa field. They keep looking back at the tree line, so I orientate my rifle to that sector. A short time and coyote comes through the fence, a few feet into the open field. I ended the stand around the 25 minute mark. As I walk down the fence line to gather the first coyote, his mate appears on the edge of the field looking towards us. I suspect she was looking for her mate.
They were both adults and both wet from crossing the creek. Looking at their teeth I would guess them to be at least six years old.
I remember as a kid catching sparrows with a flashlight, as they roosted around this old barn.
Today the old house sits vacant and the yard is overgrown. Holidays pass in silence as nature continues to reclaim this homestead. Time and the elements break things down a little at a time. I could feel something was still there as I passed thru, whatever it was continues to radiate.
Switch gears, second stand and POP-THUMP!! More reflections;
A short time later and I am trying to call other coyote out of a creek bed. I have 3 deer come out of the timber and into an open alfalfa field. They keep looking back at the tree line, so I orientate my rifle to that sector. A short time and coyote comes through the fence, a few feet into the open field. I ended the stand around the 25 minute mark. As I walk down the fence line to gather the first coyote, his mate appears on the edge of the field looking towards us. I suspect she was looking for her mate.
They were both adults and both wet from crossing the creek. Looking at their teeth I would guess them to be at least six years old.
I remember as a kid catching sparrows with a flashlight, as they roosted around this old barn.
Today the old house sits vacant and the yard is overgrown. Holidays pass in silence as nature continues to reclaim this homestead. Time and the elements break things down a little at a time. I could feel something was still there as I passed thru, whatever it was continues to radiate.