Sharing the hunt
Once again, the time just after Thanksgiving proves to be a time when deer hunting finally comes together for me. Friday night I am sitting in my blind on a beautiful evening just after 2-3 inches of snow had fallen. I can just feel it - something will happen tonight.
About 4:30, with a south wind blowing in my face. I hear this deer, starting to blow a warning that something is not right. I cannot see this deer, but I am rather perplexed as to why this deer is making the noise it is, because it is downwind of me. I am thinking there is no way this deer is smelling me.
After another loud blow, I see it running away up on the ridge - damn what is the problem? I kid you not - 45 seconds later a large wolf emerges from the thickets, right where this deer was. I get a good look at it for a couple of seconds and then it moves through one of my shooting lanes and disappears. I'm telling you this thing was bigger than Abbott (our Bernese, seen here on my right) and moved with a very dominate stagger. What a beautiful animal. The first one I have seen up north here, and only my third in Michigan.
At this point I am thinking I might as well pack my bags and head home with this big guy in the neighborhood. But the night was much too pretty to leave, so I just sat there waiting for something else to take place. Who would of guessed that 20 minutes later I catch movement right where all the other action was occurring. I threw up my binocs and saw a deer with antlers coming through the woods into one of my shooting lanes. Well, needless to say, that was the last mistake this eight pointer made. I dropped him on the spot.
So with meat in the freezer I will ease up on my hunting time a bit. Oh, but wait, I have one more tag to fill!
All is well in Deer Park!!!
Mike
Image courtesy USFWS



