I killed a big(134") five year old eight pointer in Greene Co by sneaking up on a green field with maybe fifteen minutes of shooting light left. Wind was wrong for the stand, blowing from stand to field. Maybe 10 deer in front of the stand and another 10 150 yards to the left. I quietly ran down a road that led downwind to the stand from the river, as I got to the stand the deer in front were just starting to smell me as I looked for the buck. I spotted him 150 yards to the left, maybe 10 yards in the woods on a woods road. Deer in front blew, everyone on alert...too late I had a good hit on the buck as the field emptied.

Sometimes late is better....


I've spent most of the money I've made in my lifetime on hunting and fishing. The rest I just wasted.....

proud Cracker-Americaan

muslims are like coyotes, only good one is a dead one