Deer are funny. They sometimes have a bad habit of being where they want to be and not where we think they should be. As a rule, they're generally where you find them.



Late in the first week of firearms season this year, picked my cousin up at the end of a trudge he'd taken. He doesn't say much, but did grumble a bit about having walked the entireridge across from my camp and up to theNY line,not kicking out many deer.

It had warmed up some that afternoon and most of the snow was off where the sun hit it. We came over a hill about a half mile from camp, saw several doe come out of a thick patch of saplings, said look, there's about 6 or 7. Down the road a bit farther, counted 10 or 12 more coming out of the pines.Spotted a few more out feeding,across from my place.Saw 25 deer in less than 15 minutes, all less than a half mile from camp.

Said there's your deer, bub. He said take mehome and drop me off.