The Rut is On - Well Almost

Friday, November 18: After working a full day, Brian (on the left) and I (right - that's not my buck unfortunately) took off for GA. We didn't end up getting to the camp until somewhere around 1am. Knowing we had to be up in four hours we decided to call it a night.

Saturday, November 19: Sat in a new stand near the Penthouse (a big box stand we're not supposed to hunt from). At dawn I spotted three doe, but decided to wait to see if any bucks would pop their heads out - lost the doe. A few hours later (about 10:15) a nice little six point finally stuck his head out to take a look around. Unfortunately, he was down wind from me and was quick to catch my scent and run for the hills. Not twenty minutes later another doe appeared. She was dodging in and out of some brushy areas, but I never got a clear shot. For lunch we went to Four Winds for a Ranger Burger, then turned right around and went back in the stand. Sat from about 1:30 until 6:00 and didn't see a thing. One of the other guys from our club shot a ten point (the one that I'm holding) from his climber in an area called Heather's Corner. Guess it just wasn't my day.

Sunday, November 20: Hunted from the same location in the morning, didn't see anything but the back of my eyelids. Brian - after hunting from the ground all day the day before - decided to move to Dear Valley (one of my personal favorites) where he proceded to shoot a very large body, eight point (above left). From about 2:00 through the rest of the day it rained non-stop; however, we wouldn't be detoured. I hunted from a place called the Oval Stand and Brian moved to a new tri-pod near 38 Special (called so because somebody spoted 38 dear in one day from that location). Neither of us had any luck though. Just got wet and froze our asses off. We drove home that night.

All-in-all it was a great trip as Brian shot his 2nd ever eight point. Just hoping mine is coming soon.