2nd Morning of my first season hunting.
In the treestand before dawn. Glassing the edge of the woods across a meadow. See something moving. Continue to watch. It turns and starts comming right at me. Facing me it looks like a skull or head with very big and dark eyes.
I lower the binocs and I can kind of see that it is still getting closer and coming in very fast across the field. At this time I still have not heard anything. I lose sight of it....
I hear something at my level in the tree...I freeze. It shreeks, I scream and when I finally stop myself from leaping out of the tree, I see one of the biggest owls I'd ever seen no more than 15 ft from me.
I thought for sure that I have a heart attack. My yell/scream must have jumped every deer for miles. I then laughed so hard I had tears running dowm my face.
I did not get a deer last year, but things like that experience have me hooked.
God I love this sport.
"It's not the kill, it's the adventure and challenge! <img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle>"