And I'm stoked.
This will be my first hunt ever carrying a stick. Since putting my compound away last winter, I've been practicing daily. Bow is tuned, arrows are flying straight where I aim them (which isn't always exactly where I'm looking
) and broadheads are razor sharp.
As quality hunting spots are getting harder and harder to come by, I'm fortunate to have a brother-in-law who owns a great place.
Although the weather is supposed to end up above 70* before it's over, I plan to hunt all day. Dawn will find me perched in a stand overlooking a 1/2 acre clover/rye/turnip plot on the west side of hte property that is adjacent to a bedding area . I'll be on the north end, with a predicted south wind carrying my scent up and over the ridge behind me that funnels deer into the plot.
Later I plan to still hunt/scout my way into the wind up a ridge to the south that funnels deer from a bedding area to rye field, setting up for the afternoon/evening with my freshly made torges tree seat. I'll have the wind in my face to carry my scent over the near vertical ridge behind me and away from the deer movement that parallels the ridge.
I'm absolutely giddy. I haven't been this excited about a hunt since probably childhood. Trying to get to sleep tonight will probably be like that Christmas eve when I was 11 and hoping and praying Santa was gonna bring me the Daisy Red Ryder I wanted so bad.
Santa delivered. I'm full of anticipation about what I might get a chance to lay my hands on tomorrow.
Headed out for my first hunt of the year tomorrow
