Well, I took today off work and went bowhunting in the state forest. I figured aMonday on a full moon would be really great. I stayed on stand the whole day too. It was nice, quiet, peaceful, and I even caught myself dozing off a few times in my Summit Viper tree stand.

But this morning started off on the wrong foot - because of me... [:-] I slowly walked down one of the forest roads (dirt road/loose gravel) and carefully watched my step the whole way down to where the trail is. All of the sudden, when I get down to the bottom of the ravine near the small creekbed, I hear "BOOM, CRASH, THRASH... i.e. ADIOS AMIGO!!!" [&:]

I didn't see what it was, but I mean, you know and I know and everyone knows what that sound is. And that wasn't no little doe either. Man, I was just sick... I spent allup until noon trying to call him back. I even setup a mock scrape with some tarsal spray way into the woods, in hopes that he would circle back around. ...No chance. [&o][]

Even in the heat of the afternoon, I switched to the Primos L'il Can hoping it would call in a doe or the buck. Again, nothing. Aaaaaargh, what did I do? Will this buck return to his bedding area that I spooked him from?