Today I was out doing a last bit scouting/tresspasser control. I was putting along on my atv when all of a sudden it smelled like someone dumped a bottle of tinks in my lap. Sure enough just a little ways off a HUGE scrape right in the midle of the atv trail.
I have smelled it many times before. Sometimes more obvious then others. One time I recall going in the bush wiht the kids for some survivle skill training. we walked several hundred yards into the bush when my nose detected the oh so familiar odour. "smell that?" I said "Keep an eye open for deer". We went on to build a lean-to shelter and start a fire. We were in the midsts of starting to roast marshmellows when one of the kids stood up and shouted "Dad a deer". This really big doe ran by us just on the other side of the lean-to. Just as we stood up two bucks chasing the doe put on their brakes and looked at us for a while. After a few minutes they disapeared into the woods.
It is very exceiting to actually smell them before you can see them. Anybody else have any stories?
I have smelled it many times before. Sometimes more obvious then others. One time I recall going in the bush wiht the kids for some survivle skill training. we walked several hundred yards into the bush when my nose detected the oh so familiar odour. "smell that?" I said "Keep an eye open for deer". We went on to build a lean-to shelter and start a fire. We were in the midsts of starting to roast marshmellows when one of the kids stood up and shouted "Dad a deer". This really big doe ran by us just on the other side of the lean-to. Just as we stood up two bucks chasing the doe put on their brakes and looked at us for a while. After a few minutes they disapeared into the woods.
It is very exceiting to actually smell them before you can see them. Anybody else have any stories?





























........... I went and got my buddy, we put away the bows and got the flashlights. Into the dog willow we went, on hands and knees, but never found a drop of blood first nor last. About an hour and a half later, with one flashlight dead and the second fading fast, I said to my buddy to hang on, I could smell that buck. I put my nose into the air and started circling, said to him that the deer must be close, and he stepped on it. The buck had been hit a bit high and a bit back, and the bolt had stuck into the far side shoulder blade. The liver was totally muck, and the body cavity was full of blood. I would never have found that buck by a blood trail or by tracks in that mess of dog alders, so I got lucky with my nose.























