Long time ago I was roosting birds a few days before season started. The first night I heard fly-ups. Okay I thought - I heard them but did not see them. The next night I moved a bit farther down the trail and I saw them fly-up. I also had a skunk that cam within 5 feet of where I sat. Got out of that okay.

So the last night before season I moved a bit closer only to have the whole dang bunch walk within 6 to 7 feet and fly-up in the tree I was resting against. Now I am busted. Fun thing was I watched this one Jake fly-up wobble on the branch and fall off! He did that three or four times. Dang dummy!

But I was caught - just how the heck do I get out of there now without spooking the roosted birds? I mean bark was falling on my head - I was hoping it was not poop!

Well I sat there till way dark oh thirty - 11:30PM to be exact upon when 2 deer walked by......so letting them get well off......I crawled out of there ever so slowly on my hands and knees.......they never made a peep!

Sad to say the next day though as I was early in my hunting career and could not finish the deal on two very nice longbeards - they where in range -and I should have taken the shot but passed! Still lament about that to this day. But that is how we learn.

JW