No sooner had I left the food plot and entered the road that I spooked the young buck that has taken up residence on our property. The smallish two pointer, an obvious 1 1/2-year-old male, has been spotted by me a dozen or so times this hunting season. I was glad to see that he had survived the various deer seasons.
Immediately afterwards, I encountered a gray squirrel, but it was spooky and soon scampered away when I began to slink toward it. About a half hour later, I heard something rambling through the undergrowth. The animal turned out to be a black bear, perhaps not having denned somewhere because of the warm weather.
Moving on, and with darkness descending, I jumped a rabbit that likewise was moving along the logging road. The cottontail was moving so fast that a shot was impossible.
Indeed, I spent the last hour of squirrel season not killing or shooting at anything. No matter, it was a great evening to ramble through the woods.