- Location
- The Conservative part of Ontario
I was at this for a short while this season, with a little fresh snow to aid me. I started in the wrong area at first light, and found no track at all until about ten AM when I crossed a natural stone dam and headed into some light oak and pines.
That track was wolf, and a large one at that.
Shortly thereafter I picked up a fresh deer track of substantial size.
It was a walking track, so I advanced slowly, trying not to be directly on the track, as deer do check their back trail.
By now the snow had started to melt, and of course that made it go crump, crump crump with every step. Best I could do was go slow and try to roll my steps stopping and waiting if I broke a branch. There was a slight wind, and that was I hoped going to hide at least some of my noise. It took about a half hour to walk up on the deer.
But I blew it. I was coming up on a rock ridge, covered with red pines between areas of bare rock. My back isn't what it used to be, so I don't bend down and look under stuff as much as I should. As a result, something that I thought was a glacial erratic up ahead suddenly jumped up and blew a series of seven or eight snorts at me giving me a quick view of a fast vanishing big white tail in the process.
They love to rub it in.
I never even raised my rifle.
Oh well, I was successful late that afternoon from the stand as previously reported, so all ended well.
That track was wolf, and a large one at that.
Shortly thereafter I picked up a fresh deer track of substantial size.
It was a walking track, so I advanced slowly, trying not to be directly on the track, as deer do check their back trail.
By now the snow had started to melt, and of course that made it go crump, crump crump with every step. Best I could do was go slow and try to roll my steps stopping and waiting if I broke a branch. There was a slight wind, and that was I hoped going to hide at least some of my noise. It took about a half hour to walk up on the deer.
But I blew it. I was coming up on a rock ridge, covered with red pines between areas of bare rock. My back isn't what it used to be, so I don't bend down and look under stuff as much as I should. As a result, something that I thought was a glacial erratic up ahead suddenly jumped up and blew a series of seven or eight snorts at me giving me a quick view of a fast vanishing big white tail in the process.
They love to rub it in.
I never even raised my rifle.
Oh well, I was successful late that afternoon from the stand as previously reported, so all ended well.


















































