So TLDR, i got my first deer on wednesday after 4 years of trying. This was the 9th deer harvested on this property in the 25 years my dad and his hunting buddies have hunted there. The other 8 deer were taken by my dad lol it was not only great to finally get one but that my dad was there to share the experience.
The full novel:
I got in to hunting late in life and have been regretting it since i started 4 years ago. Spending time with my dad has been something i have really enjoyed for the combined 20 or so days together at the hunt camp since 2016. Last year my dad had several nagging aches and pains that limited his time out (artgritis in his hands and wrist, and also what turned out to be rotator cuff damage which will require surgery soon), so i was left on my own most of the 2 weeks last year since the former hunting buddies no longer can hunt due to health reasons.
Having not seen any bucks other than on camera for 2016 and 2017, i finally saw a live one (just his head and back of his neck) through some thick brush in 2018 but never had a clear shot, he looked like the browning buckmark!!
So in july of this year we decided to put some more effort into food plots on the property. The neighbouring lands have been devoid of farming for years and years and there isnt much in the way for agriculture in the immediate surroundings. The property has good cedar cover for bedding and some wet areas where they can avoid danger from the coyotes but apart from that it is no longer a prime spot like it was 20-25 years ago.
So i put in a cheapo clover/ brassica food plot back in july, only to have one of the driest july's ever. The plot didnt have much of a chance but there was signs of life after clearing the field. A few apple trees at the plot had some does and young bucks coming to them in the late summer, turkey and fox and coyotes made it a regular crossing as well. Next year will hopefully produce some better growth when i re-seed.
Area shot, field on the left is unworked wild growth.
I also put in a hanging vine licking branch to act as a comunal sign post. It was visited several times by both does and bucks. Mostly a 3 pointer would visit it and some does, either at night or late in the day.
So the cameras had caught the 3 pointer, and 2 different 4 pointers over the late summer and in to september. October was getting less activity.
The arrival.
My dad went up tuesday morning, the second day of the season (monday was rain/snow mix)... and all was quiet. I joined him at the camp late tuesday night (commitments at home with sump pump and water stoftener issues) but we went out again wednesday early. I chose my double stand that overlooks some of the food plot field, the stand where i saw the big buck head the year before just before sundown.
I went up in the dark and heard some scraping or bucks sparring in the brush to my left, nothing the rest of the sit. I came down around 9 to check cameras and head back to camp. The camera in the field showed the 3 pointer going by around 1pm two days before. No other bucks on any other cams. (Note, the date on the pics are off by a month, for some reason i didnt think to correct it until later in the hunt lol)
So heading back i decided for the afternoon sit ill try the new ladder stand overlooking the plot and the neighbouring field. My dad and my daughter and I had moved the stand from a different location with plans on making it better for crossbow hunting since the other ladder stands are in such thick brush an arrow would never work!
(Old stand location with my daughter checking out the view, and moving to new location with help carrying the parts)
So after a good lunch and a quick nap (i arrived the night before and we stayed up till 1130pm chatting lol) i got in to the stand around 230 and with cloudy skies i had good light to see in to the field.
Let the fun begin!
About an hour in to my sit, i was starting to get a headache. By 4pm it was pounding, despite having brought water to drink it was not going away. Around 4 as well the temp was dropping and the wind was picking up. I was forced to take the hand warmers from my pockets and stuff them in to the palms of my gloves. I have the flip-stlye mittens with a built in heater pocket but, of course, those were in my bag back at the camp.
So, having not heard or seen anything in an hour and a half, and sunset quickly approaching and my head killing me, i was more concerned about getting some advil after my afternoon sit than actually seeing anything.
But right around 430, my eyes picked up movement in the neighbours field. A deer! About 100 yrds away i could see it walking along the tree line.
But i couldnt make out if it was a buck or not. Having just an antlered deer tag i figured i may as well do a doe bleat and see what it does. I let out a fairly loud bleat (with my Extinguisher call) and watch as the deers head pops up. It heard me! I still cant make out for sure if i am seeing antlers or ears but it jumps in to the treeline but looks like it is coming forward at least.
I set up to get ready for it to appear to my right, knowing there is a cut-through on the other side of the brush there.
I wait for what seems like an eternity. My head throbbing and my fingers now frozen, gripping the shotgun awkwardly with heat packs inside the palms of my gloves.
But nothing comes from the brush to my right. It is still in the field but now is along the property line and is walking towards the cut-through at the back of the food plot!
I take a good look as it walks along the tree/fence line and see it does have antlers!! 3 of them! Its the same 3 pointer i have seen since the start of the summer. He has filled out nicely since the trees starded dropping apples and he is while no means a trophy, he would make a good eater and a first deer is a first deer! Lol
So he continues to slowly walk along the property line. He is getting close to the break in the fence and i get the shotgun ready. The problem is, i set up this stand assuming i would be shooting to my right (i am a left hand shot) and this guy is way to my left. I also have a bunch of tree branches in the way on my left. So i am hoping with all my might he comes through and heads to my right!!
So he makes it in to the food plot with his head down. He steps about 5 yrds in to the plot and is stopped head on in my direction. He looks to his left and starys walking again. Perfect!! Hes heading to my right, its only a few seconds and he will be in a great position to shoot...if it wasnt for this god damn shooting rail!!! These things are made to rest your gun for a 300yrd shot! Not for pointing down at a buck 30 yrds infront of you!
So i have to make a choice. Do i hope the buck continues walking to my right so that i can swing the gun around the rail and get a clean angle? Or do i risk making noise by lifting the rail out of the way? He has now walked behind some cedars that are totally blocking me so i can move the rail if i want to, but i dont trust that i can do it quietly!
The buck has now stopped behind the stand of three cedars. My heart is pounding and i am trying to decide what to do. I might even be able to stand up to get a better angle away from this infernal shooting rail but it is cold and my boots have probably thawed the metal of the footrest and frozen a bit so that if i moved my feet it might make a terrible metallic noise.
Still no sign of the buck. Jesus, did he dig a tunnel and vanish?? Where the hell is he??
Then he starts moving back in the direction he came from. Back to my left. Back towards the apple tree he has been feeding on for weeks. Back behind the branches and trees that are directly to my offhand and terrible angle.
Did i mention my vest?
My wife bought me an amazingly warm vest for christmas last year after i had complained how i couldnt manage to fit another layer under my hunting jacket because the cuffs were too tight. To solve this i bought a cheap fleese vest to add a layer of warmth without having another layer at my cuff. My fleece one wasnt very warm but it was thin. My new one is super warm, but slightly bulkier.
The buck kept slowly walking. I knew it was only a few steps until he was out of sight. I had to act fast. I shouldered the shotgun and twisted painfully to my left. The stock got hung up on the additional layer that was my new vest under my blaze orange vest, under my parka, under my fall arrest harness, under my canadian military fleece shirt, on top of my cabelas stand hunter base layer, on top of my merino wool base layer, ontop of my bare skin.
I will shoot it off my bicep, i dont care! The shotgun in question is a mossberg 500 with a scope. I dont have to line up a bead or rifle sights. If the cross hair is on target, im pulling the trigger even if it means severe bruising with the challenger magnum slug i am shooting.
He isnt stopping. He is almost gone. Should i make a quick "meh" to get him to stop? Im not in a good spot yet having to find a space between branches. If i stop him and he looks over he might see me shifting in my stand to take this ridiculous shot.
The vest shifts. The stock finds my shoulder pocket. My muscles ache being contorted in such ways. My head is killing me and my eyes strugle to make the transition to the scope.
He head has vanished behind a cedar.
Now his neck.
The crosshair lands behind his shoulder. Between the branches of the tree infront of me, and just next to a cedar infront of him.
Calm my breath and exhale slowly as i pull the trigger? No time. Slide the safety slowly and quietly not to make a click? No time for that either. But its a good thing my safety was off as he climbed over that fence lol. The second the crosshair saw brown behind the shoulder i pulled the trigger. Hard.
Thank god for my electronic ear protection. I had a brutal headache going in to this shot, had i not had my ears on i probably wouldve popped an eye out!
The buck kicks and bolts to the brush.
Crash. Crash. Crash. Silence. Slower crashing. Silence. Exhale.
I hit him. I know i hit him. His back legs kicked. The scope is on, especially at that range, i tested this thing a few weeks ago.
How long do i wait now. Its around 5pm. I know the sunset at 445. Check my phone. 455pm.
Its going to be dark real quick.
Ill get down quietly and go let my dad know.
I climb down as quietly as i can and head away from the crashing. Ill quietly go to my dads stand and ask if we should risk pushing him.
I dont even get 30yrds when i hear his atc heading my way.
Well, there goes trying to be quiet as to not push the wounded deer!!!
I frantically signal to my dad to shut off his engine, he does. I tell him i shot one and he went crashing towards the brush.
We walk out to ground zero and with flashlights we find where i hit him. Blood and fur on the ground.
My dad says we cant wait around, there is snow coming and coyotes are always in the area. We may not have much of a deer left if we wait till morning.
In to the thick stuff.
We follow the trail of blood into the thick cedar brush leading to a swampy area. Our lights are picking up blood here and there and in good quantities. Then nothing. Back to the last bunch of blood. Circle around. Nothing again. Back again. My dad says "there!"
We found him wrapped around a group of cedars. He had jumped from the last spot of blood and just heaved himself into a pack of trees. He layed there dead. His valiant effort to escape has ended. He maybe made it 40 yds but in what seemed like a circle. My dad now gets his bearings and tries to figure out the best way to get him out without making the trip a living hell.
Luckily, there is a small opening. He walks to it and realizes that we arent far from the plot where i shot him. We can get the atv in here as long as i drag him to the edge. No problem, i say. You get your atv and ill drag him out.
My dad goes off. I drag him out. He doesnt look very big but man its heavy pulling him along. I stop several times. Got him further back then ideal, blew his liver apart and got his stomach as well. The slug didnt go through him tho, i didnt think to recover it during gutting.
I hear my dads atc start up. I drag the deer the rest of the way and it is sitting at the edge of the plot almost where he had been shot.
Cursing.
My dads Honda Big Red is as reliable as sunrise and sunset. But it sometimes has hiccups. Like not liking to go in to reverse. Or in this case, not liking to get out of neutral and in to first gear.
He finally gets it to go, and then everything goes dark. His headlight blew out. Those familiar with the bigred know that it has only one headlight. It is pitch back now.
Did i mention coyotes?
Yeah, they started calling all cars while i was standing next to the deer watching my father struggle through the trail with no lights in the blackness.
He managed to get the atc to the field but with no rope or bungees we have nothing to drag the deer out with. He suggests putting it on the back rack but with his history of shoulder problems i am looking like i will have to try to get this up on the little rack of the bigred on my own. I start moving it but then he mentions we still have nothing to tie it down once its up there.
More howls now. And close.
Screw it, by the time we load the deer and slowly put put put back to camp with no headlight and trying not to let the deer flop off the back, id have enough time to get MY atv back here.
I hand my dad both shotguns and the 5 shells we had. I turn on my hats puny LED lights and i hop on the bigred. I tell him not to let the coyotes eat the deer and he laughs and tells me not to crash his atc in the dark.
I haul ass off to the woods and ride for the camp.
Headlights are really useful. You dont realize how important they are until you are flying through makeshift trails in cedar bush trying to get back to a camp asap so you can return to your father who is fending off a pack of coyotes in the dark with 5 shots lol i know i know, he was in no real danger.
So i manage to make it back to the camp (its about a 10minute ride). I fire up my atv and grab a trailer. I fly back to my dad, only getting stuck once along the way, which would have been much easier had i not had a trailer!!
Got that cleared up and made it to my dad. Edit to add: looking at the time stamp. We went to track the deer at 510 and we didnt get him in to the trailer until after 6pm!
Loaded the deer in the trailer and my dad on the backseat and we make it back to camp.
Advil is good. Advil and Aleve is better. Advil and Aleve and beer is best.
I self medicate and get the deers antlers tied up so my dad can hoist it up over the roof of the camp so we can start gutting it.
It took a while by flashlight and being my first time but i didnt do a horrible job and there was no major mishaps lol we cleaned up and put the deer away in the shed to go to the butchers the following day.
Exhausted, my dad and i had a quick sandwich and cookies and chatted about the typical ways in which things could have gone smoother but all in all we got through it and now have 9 deer kills in 25 years at that property.
Dad 8
Me 1
I felt pretty honored considering for about 18-20years when it was 3 and 4 people hunting there, my dad was the only one to get any deer. So here i am adding to the family total!
We have a hats for hides program nearby so we went and dropped it off saturday. The butcher as well as the hide guy has said the total deer numbers have been down like crazy over the years. Hopefully we get a few good winters to help them out. I would hate to go years without seeing any. Considering i dont know how much longer my dad will be able to be hunting, i was really glad to have finally got one with him
The full novel:
I got in to hunting late in life and have been regretting it since i started 4 years ago. Spending time with my dad has been something i have really enjoyed for the combined 20 or so days together at the hunt camp since 2016. Last year my dad had several nagging aches and pains that limited his time out (artgritis in his hands and wrist, and also what turned out to be rotator cuff damage which will require surgery soon), so i was left on my own most of the 2 weeks last year since the former hunting buddies no longer can hunt due to health reasons.
Having not seen any bucks other than on camera for 2016 and 2017, i finally saw a live one (just his head and back of his neck) through some thick brush in 2018 but never had a clear shot, he looked like the browning buckmark!!
So in july of this year we decided to put some more effort into food plots on the property. The neighbouring lands have been devoid of farming for years and years and there isnt much in the way for agriculture in the immediate surroundings. The property has good cedar cover for bedding and some wet areas where they can avoid danger from the coyotes but apart from that it is no longer a prime spot like it was 20-25 years ago.
So i put in a cheapo clover/ brassica food plot back in july, only to have one of the driest july's ever. The plot didnt have much of a chance but there was signs of life after clearing the field. A few apple trees at the plot had some does and young bucks coming to them in the late summer, turkey and fox and coyotes made it a regular crossing as well. Next year will hopefully produce some better growth when i re-seed.
Area shot, field on the left is unworked wild growth.
I also put in a hanging vine licking branch to act as a comunal sign post. It was visited several times by both does and bucks. Mostly a 3 pointer would visit it and some does, either at night or late in the day.
So the cameras had caught the 3 pointer, and 2 different 4 pointers over the late summer and in to september. October was getting less activity.
The arrival.
My dad went up tuesday morning, the second day of the season (monday was rain/snow mix)... and all was quiet. I joined him at the camp late tuesday night (commitments at home with sump pump and water stoftener issues) but we went out again wednesday early. I chose my double stand that overlooks some of the food plot field, the stand where i saw the big buck head the year before just before sundown.
I went up in the dark and heard some scraping or bucks sparring in the brush to my left, nothing the rest of the sit. I came down around 9 to check cameras and head back to camp. The camera in the field showed the 3 pointer going by around 1pm two days before. No other bucks on any other cams. (Note, the date on the pics are off by a month, for some reason i didnt think to correct it until later in the hunt lol)
So heading back i decided for the afternoon sit ill try the new ladder stand overlooking the plot and the neighbouring field. My dad and my daughter and I had moved the stand from a different location with plans on making it better for crossbow hunting since the other ladder stands are in such thick brush an arrow would never work!
(Old stand location with my daughter checking out the view, and moving to new location with help carrying the parts)
So after a good lunch and a quick nap (i arrived the night before and we stayed up till 1130pm chatting lol) i got in to the stand around 230 and with cloudy skies i had good light to see in to the field.
Let the fun begin!
About an hour in to my sit, i was starting to get a headache. By 4pm it was pounding, despite having brought water to drink it was not going away. Around 4 as well the temp was dropping and the wind was picking up. I was forced to take the hand warmers from my pockets and stuff them in to the palms of my gloves. I have the flip-stlye mittens with a built in heater pocket but, of course, those were in my bag back at the camp.
So, having not heard or seen anything in an hour and a half, and sunset quickly approaching and my head killing me, i was more concerned about getting some advil after my afternoon sit than actually seeing anything.
But right around 430, my eyes picked up movement in the neighbours field. A deer! About 100 yrds away i could see it walking along the tree line.
But i couldnt make out if it was a buck or not. Having just an antlered deer tag i figured i may as well do a doe bleat and see what it does. I let out a fairly loud bleat (with my Extinguisher call) and watch as the deers head pops up. It heard me! I still cant make out for sure if i am seeing antlers or ears but it jumps in to the treeline but looks like it is coming forward at least.
I set up to get ready for it to appear to my right, knowing there is a cut-through on the other side of the brush there.
I wait for what seems like an eternity. My head throbbing and my fingers now frozen, gripping the shotgun awkwardly with heat packs inside the palms of my gloves.
But nothing comes from the brush to my right. It is still in the field but now is along the property line and is walking towards the cut-through at the back of the food plot!
I take a good look as it walks along the tree/fence line and see it does have antlers!! 3 of them! Its the same 3 pointer i have seen since the start of the summer. He has filled out nicely since the trees starded dropping apples and he is while no means a trophy, he would make a good eater and a first deer is a first deer! Lol
So he continues to slowly walk along the property line. He is getting close to the break in the fence and i get the shotgun ready. The problem is, i set up this stand assuming i would be shooting to my right (i am a left hand shot) and this guy is way to my left. I also have a bunch of tree branches in the way on my left. So i am hoping with all my might he comes through and heads to my right!!
So he makes it in to the food plot with his head down. He steps about 5 yrds in to the plot and is stopped head on in my direction. He looks to his left and starys walking again. Perfect!! Hes heading to my right, its only a few seconds and he will be in a great position to shoot...if it wasnt for this god damn shooting rail!!! These things are made to rest your gun for a 300yrd shot! Not for pointing down at a buck 30 yrds infront of you!
So i have to make a choice. Do i hope the buck continues walking to my right so that i can swing the gun around the rail and get a clean angle? Or do i risk making noise by lifting the rail out of the way? He has now walked behind some cedars that are totally blocking me so i can move the rail if i want to, but i dont trust that i can do it quietly!
The buck has now stopped behind the stand of three cedars. My heart is pounding and i am trying to decide what to do. I might even be able to stand up to get a better angle away from this infernal shooting rail but it is cold and my boots have probably thawed the metal of the footrest and frozen a bit so that if i moved my feet it might make a terrible metallic noise.
Still no sign of the buck. Jesus, did he dig a tunnel and vanish?? Where the hell is he??
Then he starts moving back in the direction he came from. Back to my left. Back towards the apple tree he has been feeding on for weeks. Back behind the branches and trees that are directly to my offhand and terrible angle.
Did i mention my vest?
My wife bought me an amazingly warm vest for christmas last year after i had complained how i couldnt manage to fit another layer under my hunting jacket because the cuffs were too tight. To solve this i bought a cheap fleese vest to add a layer of warmth without having another layer at my cuff. My fleece one wasnt very warm but it was thin. My new one is super warm, but slightly bulkier.
The buck kept slowly walking. I knew it was only a few steps until he was out of sight. I had to act fast. I shouldered the shotgun and twisted painfully to my left. The stock got hung up on the additional layer that was my new vest under my blaze orange vest, under my parka, under my fall arrest harness, under my canadian military fleece shirt, on top of my cabelas stand hunter base layer, on top of my merino wool base layer, ontop of my bare skin.
I will shoot it off my bicep, i dont care! The shotgun in question is a mossberg 500 with a scope. I dont have to line up a bead or rifle sights. If the cross hair is on target, im pulling the trigger even if it means severe bruising with the challenger magnum slug i am shooting.
He isnt stopping. He is almost gone. Should i make a quick "meh" to get him to stop? Im not in a good spot yet having to find a space between branches. If i stop him and he looks over he might see me shifting in my stand to take this ridiculous shot.
The vest shifts. The stock finds my shoulder pocket. My muscles ache being contorted in such ways. My head is killing me and my eyes strugle to make the transition to the scope.
He head has vanished behind a cedar.
Now his neck.
The crosshair lands behind his shoulder. Between the branches of the tree infront of me, and just next to a cedar infront of him.
Calm my breath and exhale slowly as i pull the trigger? No time. Slide the safety slowly and quietly not to make a click? No time for that either. But its a good thing my safety was off as he climbed over that fence lol. The second the crosshair saw brown behind the shoulder i pulled the trigger. Hard.
Thank god for my electronic ear protection. I had a brutal headache going in to this shot, had i not had my ears on i probably wouldve popped an eye out!
The buck kicks and bolts to the brush.
Crash. Crash. Crash. Silence. Slower crashing. Silence. Exhale.
I hit him. I know i hit him. His back legs kicked. The scope is on, especially at that range, i tested this thing a few weeks ago.
How long do i wait now. Its around 5pm. I know the sunset at 445. Check my phone. 455pm.
Its going to be dark real quick.
Ill get down quietly and go let my dad know.
I climb down as quietly as i can and head away from the crashing. Ill quietly go to my dads stand and ask if we should risk pushing him.
I dont even get 30yrds when i hear his atc heading my way.
Well, there goes trying to be quiet as to not push the wounded deer!!!
I frantically signal to my dad to shut off his engine, he does. I tell him i shot one and he went crashing towards the brush.
We walk out to ground zero and with flashlights we find where i hit him. Blood and fur on the ground.
My dad says we cant wait around, there is snow coming and coyotes are always in the area. We may not have much of a deer left if we wait till morning.
In to the thick stuff.
We follow the trail of blood into the thick cedar brush leading to a swampy area. Our lights are picking up blood here and there and in good quantities. Then nothing. Back to the last bunch of blood. Circle around. Nothing again. Back again. My dad says "there!"
We found him wrapped around a group of cedars. He had jumped from the last spot of blood and just heaved himself into a pack of trees. He layed there dead. His valiant effort to escape has ended. He maybe made it 40 yds but in what seemed like a circle. My dad now gets his bearings and tries to figure out the best way to get him out without making the trip a living hell.
Luckily, there is a small opening. He walks to it and realizes that we arent far from the plot where i shot him. We can get the atv in here as long as i drag him to the edge. No problem, i say. You get your atv and ill drag him out.
My dad goes off. I drag him out. He doesnt look very big but man its heavy pulling him along. I stop several times. Got him further back then ideal, blew his liver apart and got his stomach as well. The slug didnt go through him tho, i didnt think to recover it during gutting.
I hear my dads atc start up. I drag the deer the rest of the way and it is sitting at the edge of the plot almost where he had been shot.
Cursing.
My dads Honda Big Red is as reliable as sunrise and sunset. But it sometimes has hiccups. Like not liking to go in to reverse. Or in this case, not liking to get out of neutral and in to first gear.
He finally gets it to go, and then everything goes dark. His headlight blew out. Those familiar with the bigred know that it has only one headlight. It is pitch back now.
Did i mention coyotes?
Yeah, they started calling all cars while i was standing next to the deer watching my father struggle through the trail with no lights in the blackness.
He managed to get the atc to the field but with no rope or bungees we have nothing to drag the deer out with. He suggests putting it on the back rack but with his history of shoulder problems i am looking like i will have to try to get this up on the little rack of the bigred on my own. I start moving it but then he mentions we still have nothing to tie it down once its up there.
More howls now. And close.
Screw it, by the time we load the deer and slowly put put put back to camp with no headlight and trying not to let the deer flop off the back, id have enough time to get MY atv back here.
I hand my dad both shotguns and the 5 shells we had. I turn on my hats puny LED lights and i hop on the bigred. I tell him not to let the coyotes eat the deer and he laughs and tells me not to crash his atc in the dark.
I haul ass off to the woods and ride for the camp.
Headlights are really useful. You dont realize how important they are until you are flying through makeshift trails in cedar bush trying to get back to a camp asap so you can return to your father who is fending off a pack of coyotes in the dark with 5 shots lol i know i know, he was in no real danger.
So i manage to make it back to the camp (its about a 10minute ride). I fire up my atv and grab a trailer. I fly back to my dad, only getting stuck once along the way, which would have been much easier had i not had a trailer!!
Got that cleared up and made it to my dad. Edit to add: looking at the time stamp. We went to track the deer at 510 and we didnt get him in to the trailer until after 6pm!
Loaded the deer in the trailer and my dad on the backseat and we make it back to camp.
Advil is good. Advil and Aleve is better. Advil and Aleve and beer is best.
I self medicate and get the deers antlers tied up so my dad can hoist it up over the roof of the camp so we can start gutting it.
It took a while by flashlight and being my first time but i didnt do a horrible job and there was no major mishaps lol we cleaned up and put the deer away in the shed to go to the butchers the following day.
Exhausted, my dad and i had a quick sandwich and cookies and chatted about the typical ways in which things could have gone smoother but all in all we got through it and now have 9 deer kills in 25 years at that property.
Dad 8
Me 1
I felt pretty honored considering for about 18-20years when it was 3 and 4 people hunting there, my dad was the only one to get any deer. So here i am adding to the family total!
We have a hats for hides program nearby so we went and dropped it off saturday. The butcher as well as the hide guy has said the total deer numbers have been down like crazy over the years. Hopefully we get a few good winters to help them out. I would hate to go years without seeing any. Considering i dont know how much longer my dad will be able to be hunting, i was really glad to have finally got one with him
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