It's that time of year. October and November are my favorite months to be outdoors. With the last two weeks of bow season right around the corner, deer activity is ramping up and signs of the rut are everywhere. Rubs line deer trails near thickets and swamps. Scrapes are briefly covered by falling leaves, but quickly cleaned out as bucks freshen them. Does are getting antsy as they seem to know bucks will be running them ragged in just days. Scuffles between the boys turn into knock-down-drag-out brawls when the older bullies on the block are involved.
My trail cameras are getting a workout and the anticipation
of checking them for new images is sometimes more than I can stand. Still, it
doesn't compare to actually being out there. Most of my days from now until the
end of the season will be spent sitting 20' up in a small tree stand. I will
stay from an hour before sunrise until well after sunset, only making my way
back to the truck after I'm confident any deer in the area have moved on. Then
it's back to the house for a quick bite to eat and a few hours of sleep before
I head out again.
So far, I've been able to pace myself. It's easy for me to
get burned out early in the season if I'm not careful. Now my drive has reached
a crescendo of hunt all day every day if at all possible. If you call, I likely
won't answer. If you visit, no one is at home. It's just that time of year.