3 days of sitting in the wind with little to show by eye or camera
has given me ample time to look to the heavens and think about the 8
or the 10, who I have zero pictures of this fall hunting season. He has lit up the cameras on my border ridge above me to the north and beyond for the folks on the lease next door. He has gone cold on their cameras too this past week, which may be a good sign for me.
2 bucks that will probably die up on the ridge in their sleep from natural causes.
Back in the real world eyes and cameras were full of bucks last week, mature bucks during the day, my concern was lack of doe. This week the doe are here and the bucks are scarce. Target 8 who has always paraded around in front of me in years past hasn't been seen. He is the breeder buck and has been working overtime spreading his little antler seeds.
Barring misidentification, a 10 from last year that disappeared in November has returned for this November.
He has been one of the most consistent
but I'm have trouble calling him a target.
I may be reconsidering as I am too with Goofy. On this day we, me and Goofy, crossed paths on our way (time is a bit slow on the second camera, also, cameras are still on daylight savings time)
and we ended our day with both of us 200' up the hill, him bedded 40 yards down below me. His body from rump to shoulders filled the field of view on my 8x binos. I was thinking that he was younger than he is and could grow out of his current predicament, then yesterday I hear my neighbor telling one of the guys about Goofy who he tried to shoot 3 years ago. Goofy is older than newer, which is great I have a target buck and this always makes me feel better.
The highs and lows of deer season in Kentucky are mild compared to those I experienced in Iowa, Figure I'll just give it another day, the winds have finally stopped howling.
G