The only reason I stopped seeing deer yesterday afternoon while in the stand was because I couldn’t see anything any longer. I sat up in a tree for a mere two hours while a blistering wind cut through my not-so-warm clothes, yet I was warm and toasty due to the deer that repeatedly entered the field I was overlooking in Cass County.
Twenty-six was the final tally, including at least two bucks. However, not one stepped in bow range. But quite honestly, I didn’t care. I thought one might walk by at some point, but it wasn’t necessary. I had seen all I needed to see from the stand yesterday, giving me (and hopefully you) hope that all will just be fine in the deer woods this year.
Plus, with the amount of does I was seeing, I have a fair assumption that some local, and maybe even not-so-local bucks, could be traveling through if deer numbers in certain spots nearby are down. So whether you’re seeing a lot of deer like I did yesterday, or seeing numbers like I was a few weeks ago, my hopes are increasing exponentially so much that the next time I’m walking in the woods I won’t be doing so alone.