I almost hate to share this story, as it’s a painful reminder of the sits I wasted and how hearing people say something doesn’t make it true.
Many years ago, I was almost desperate to suck every drop of excitement from hunting. Though that desperation has waned somewhat, I still chase thrilling experiences. But along the way, I learned that some of my methods were working against that goal.
For example, I wasted time trying to find the adult does that purportedly comprised the proverbial second rut. I’d swallowed the then-popular belief that there were too many does to be bred during the main rut, and the glut of leftover adult does that were missed during their first estrus cycle became more desperate to breed, offering a tremendous yet poorly kept secret window to tag a rutting buck well past the
