The air temp was only 18 degrees this morning, with winds of 10-15 mph. The problem was, instead of being north or northwest winds, which is common during a cold front, this morning (November 1) they were from the east/southeast. I don’t have many treestands and ground blinds placed for winds of this direction, so our hunting party was scrambling a bit.
I finally spotted my first deer at about 10 a.m., and it was a small 2x2 grunting continuously while chasing a doe. They ran 20 yards from my tree. I sat on stand until noon; 5 hours in one spot in these temps was about all I could take today.
One of my buddies spotted a lone doe this morning, another friend saw one spike buck, and my brother saw a few antlerless deer plus two 4x4s. Both of his bucks were alone and traveling from 10-11 a.m. The biggest buck, a 115-class 3.5-year-old, walked into his shooting lane and he passed on the shot.
The temps climbed to about 35 degrees for our afternoon hunt, and I spotted a half-dozen deer from the ground on public land. I passed on a couple of fawns, but the two biggest deer, 110-class 4x4s, didn’t come any closer than 60 yards. One was slowly following a doe (not chasing) and the other was cruising solo. The other members of my group didn’t see much.
Shooting time arrives 1-hour earlier tomorrow (Sunday) due to the time change, so I need to hit the hay. The winds should change to straight south instead of southeast, and I hope the rut action will be a bit faster tomorrow!
P.S. I almost forgot. About the Spiderman mylar balloon in the photo above: After our morning sit, I met up with a buddy and we found this shiny object flopping on a blowdown deep in the woods. I assumed it escaped from a child during a birthday party or something, but after taking this photo, I noticed a lot of writing on the back of the balloon. It was released by a grieving relative in tribute to a youngster who died. Suddenly the frustration I felt about a slow morning bowhunt seemed trivial. It’s all about keeping it in perspective.