Our Wisdom
I Will Not Shoot a Doe . . . Famous Last Words
October 13th has always been my lucky day. I’m not using the typical cliché, lucky number 13, it just so happens to be the day that I harvested my largest whitetail in Pike County, IL. With that being said, every October 13th, regardless of the day of the week it falls on, I find a way to make it to the stand.
In 2005, the 13th was no different than any other day of archery season. I got to the office, checked the weather in Alma, Wisconsin, and then took a look at what my day had in store for me. Of course I did have things to do that day, but after seeing the weather system that was coming, none of it seemed to take much time. By 11 am, I was out of the office and headed home to take a scent free shower in preparation for my afternoon in the stand. Everything just seemed to work out. The wind was out of the North which was perfect. The temperature had fallen drastically and it was spitting rain with an occasional snow flake. I had been saving a particular stand just for a day like this. Read more…
The Stank Juice
In my previous post, I mentioned my friend Patrick, who for years has come all the way from Atlanta to hunt the rut in Buffalo County with me. And as mentioned before, it usually doesn’t take much to get him on a plane this time of year. This year however, there was a little bit of a twist. Nine months ago, Patrick took a job with a civilian contractor working out of Iraq, thus, adding a new logistics challenge to the mix. He was now traveling halfway around the world to hunt the rut in Wisconsin. This wasn’t a spontaneous trip to put it mildly. Read more…