We worked away from the truck for a few miles, cutting fresh tracks, but not seeing deer. Obviously the snow had them moving. Maybe we where moving to much
My bro continues on, with the plan to hit a timber edge and head down to the road. I double back to get the truck and meet up later.
Hiking back to the truck I see my buddies way in the distance perched on an old landing overlooking a good area in the truck. Damn them, warm truck, good view...
A few minutes later I hear a couple shots.....Damn them.,,,I wait for the deer down text but get...I missed text instead...
Oops...my other buddy missed one of two doe's that where feeding out of the timber in front of them. He guessed well short of what the actual range was..oh well it happens.
I get to the truck and make my way to the top of the timber where the doe was at. I check for sign crossing the road and nothing. She is hunkered down in the thick. I start glassing and pick out a doe in the timber heading back down to them. They are on foot double checking for blood so I tell them to stay put. We work the doe for a while and she gets right down in their lap but it wasn't meant to be. Before long she was running 20mph through the timber and may be still running now.
The day is short now so I go grab up my bro who is a little colder than he should be because Im an hour late..
I bust out the phone and look at google maps. I see a spot that gives me that I need to go there feeling.
We drive back up the road just 5 minutes and we are out of the truck on an old spur road that goes back to a clear cut. Fresh new snow, no signs of human use....we are good.
We set out on foot, two hours of light left. We cut fresh deer tracks, two young bucks and a doe. We follow them to the cuts edge and they mix with other tracks, Its definitely a deer'y' area. I post my bro on the corner of the timber looking into the mixed vegetation cut. I decided to cut uphill following the tracks and get higher in the cut. We plan to meet back up in an hour.
I make my way up through the deep snow, cutting more and more tracks. I find beds with no tracks leading in, but tracks leading out of. It feels right but I just cant find the deer.
I get to a point where the view is good and the steepness hinders my trudging ability so I side hill. I go about 10 minutes and get to a spot that overlooks a good area. I wait, watch and listen. The snow is falling steady and the wind is in may face. Perfect set up. I wait longer, knowing I need to turn around to meet my bro. The clear cut is silent, the only kind of silent you can get with a heavy snow storm.
Im getting ready to double back but something tells me go forward. At this point I was more or less getting an overview of the cut for the am hunt. I need to double back I tell myself, but my gut says go forward 50 ft to that little tree.....
I decide to follow my gut, its worked before.
