My son-in-law David and I spent the entire Saturday muzzleload hunting for deer on family land in Craig County - and had nothing to show for it. At least David had an excuse, he saw no whitetails the entire day. I, on the other hand, saw two.
The first doe came by at 7:40 A.M., and quite simply, I blew the shot. I am still not sure what I did wrong, but the last David and I saw the doe that I shot at, she was walking calmly up the mountain.
Once while at a fishing event, a crowd member came up to me, introduced himself, and told me the thing he liked best about reading my magazine stories was my writing about the blunders I make while afield either fishing or hunting. "You sure seem to make a lot," the guy chuckled as he left.
Well, now, sometimes it surely feels that I do make more than my share of snafus. The second and final doe sighting of the day was at 12:45, not the typical time one expects to observe whitetails. The doe was within range, but I never had a killing shot, so I never fired.
The high point for the rest of the day was observing a fox squirrel feeding nearby, interesting because it featured a black face and black feet.
I can't wait to hunt before school on Monday.