Here was yesterday, the deer at home haven't come out in the open all fall, no idea why. Thanks to the howling chinook I was able to get into the thick timber and have the wind cover my very slow footsteps on the blanket of crisp dry leaves. By slow I mean it takes over an hour to go 30 yds in this brush.
Wow. Did you dress up as a tree stump? Use scent control? I can be a pretty patient person when I want to be, but 30yds per hour? Surely the deer were moving faster than yourself?




























. By far one of the coolest things that has ever happened to me while hunting.
























