“The buck’s head bobbed up and down, tail raised high in the air. He was alarmed, hair bristling, his head arrogantly lifted as his nostrils flared, instinctively licking his nose as he tried to get a sense for me. My scent didn’t belong in his home grounds, and it alarmed him. When he stomped his right-front hoof sternly, I knew he sensed he might be in peril. I was in trouble. I wondered what I did wrong? What happened?” This is what a veteran bowhunter explained.
“When the wind initially swirled in my favor, I thought I had my shot,” my friend shared with me. “Then, a sudden wind change cheated me and the buck bolted into dense cover.” My friend was gracious with his failure and shared his lifelong belief. “But that’s deer hunting. And the demon that ruined my hunt was unexpected wind change.”
My deer hunter mentor favors a 115-acre private woods encompassed with weed fields and annual agricultural crops. He sets up two treestands and one pop-up camouflage ground blind so that he can switch locations on any given day.
