Not the 'weirdest' thing....
But, the bucks Seth and I killed this year live in a swamp and were pretty consistent coming to the fields/feed stations all Summer and Fall. But, I just could not really find 'that spot' to kill them in their travels. UNTIL I stumbled up on their trail! They were swimming a BIG lake and then feeding under some huge water oaks along a low ridge on the way to the hills/fields. Literally swimming 300 yds plus from shore to shore of wide open water! Got set up on them in a pinch point not far from where they came out of he water and only went in on the right wind......and by boat then. You could hear them in the water and they would come through the woods shaking off with water spraying off them when they would shake. Never mattered how cold or anything. Even saw some with ice on them!!!
Pretty neat!
