Damned weather! Last year we lost most of the week to rain and then a blown shot by a fellow hunter on the second week meant that we were meatless for last year. This year, I saw a little yearling on the first night up there and later in the week, my buddy got winded by a nice big buck and all he saw was it's tail end as it went bounding through the bush. That was the only 2 deer seen on what is normally a very productive and active piece of land. We saw some scrapes but they weren't re-visited. We figure that the mild weather screwed up the normal rhythm of their rut cycle. We had crazy mild weather! I mean who else was sitting on their deck at lunch in mid Nov. in a freakin' t-shirt! I decided to stay up and hunt the second week and it was the same deal. No track, no sign, and balmy temperatures. So what happens? The rifle season ends, we come home, and then the temperature drops to seasonal norm!!! I'm so ticked I'm seriously considering getting a crossbow since that'll give us until mid. Dec. to maybe get at least one tag filled. Don't get me wrong, being up there with good friends and enjoying nature is very satisfying. I saw fisher, an owl, lots of birds, and I even saw 2 red-headed woodpeckers fight to the death. Being up there is the cake and getting a deer is icing on the cake, but c'mon weather gods! Are you messing with us? Anybody else in that area with stories to share? Any fellow hunters had much better luck than us?




















































