It was seven degrees this morning when I left, with a eight to ten mile an hour Northwest wind it was cold. Our rifle season is winding down and today was likely the last day for me. Late season will have me back out with a bow or a muzzle loader.
Fresh snow had fallen the day before and late into the night. While we'd connected on an old fat day two weeks ago, my daughter's first deer, I was on the hunt for more venison. We're a big family and prefer it over all other meat types.
Snapped this pic yesterday afternoon as the snow storm was getting underway.
I took the quad out to the trail head, that's four miles behind the barn. From there the plan was to cover about six miles of old logging roads on foot, wrapping back to the quad at dark. Fresh snow, deer season, and an itch to get my basket pack back on the trail.
It was pretty cold, even the pictures came out cold.
I didn't take as many pictures as I usually do. I had the camera in the pack instead of where I usually carry it. Not as easy to get to so I didn't snap as many as usual.
About 1pm I decided it was lunch time. The spot I picked was a base of a downed tree, I dug it out a bit so I had a small wind break, then started getting my fire fixings together.
Last week while I was out I'd used my foraging bag to collect some natural tinder, glad I did as there was nothing dry today.
Time to make the second leg back to the quad.
About 35 minutes before dark I cut a set of fresh tracks, real fresh. The wind was in my face so I decided to try it. As I topped the rise my quarry was sixty yards away and broadside. The old .45-70 barked and I was dragging my deer back to the quad.
It was pretty dark now and I had a long ride ahead so I didn't get a good picture, this will have to do. Had a helluva good time today, one of the most memorable last days of rifle season that I have.