First weekend, I saw nothing. As in, not a thing.
This weekend, I drive out to the BIL's farm, and there's deer standing around in the driveway when I pull in. A good sign.
I hike out to the hill where I built a blind from brush I cut to make shooting lanes. It overlooks a small field with a bunch of wild oats, and a heavily-traveled trail with some hoofprints the size of my palm. It was cold and rainy, so I brought a 4x4 foot tarp with paracord on the corners to make a roof over my head. I strung it up, sat down, and waited.
About sunrise, I get hungry, so I pull out the granny smith (best apple) and take a bite. I kept my gun (12 inch .300 BO with SIG brace, waiting on tax stamp) on my lap, holding my apple in my left hand.
Then I heard:
KRISH KRISH KRISH
Okay, that's a squirrel.
KRISH
KRISH
KRISH
KRI - snap - SH
Squirrels don't break twigs when they walk. This sounded exactly like a person walking through the leaves. Which, every time I've heard that in the woods, it has been a deer.
Only problem is, it's exactly behind me, coming from up the hill. It's very hard not to turn around and look when you hear someone walking up behind you.
The footsteps stopped directly behind me.
Then a head leaned over my shoulder.
And took a bite out of my apple.
I didn't turn and look, but it had no antlers. I made a face, which I realized when the other doe stepped around in front of me. Don't tell my mom, but at that moment I was sure that my face was going to be stuck that way forever.
The second doe was close enough I could have reached out and poked her with my gun. She kept sniffing, perking up and looking for me, bobbing her head left and right, up and down, trying to figure out what I was. Then she'd take a step or two, nuzzle around in the leaves, catch a whiff of me and look up, alarmed, and look for me again. This went on for about ten minutes, while the other deer tried to figure out how to get my apple.
Eventually, they both wandered off. By the time they were 10 feet away, the brush was too thick for me to get a shot. They'd followed the path I'd cut from the barn down the hill.
About five minutes after that, I watched them come out of the woods, cross the field, and go across the road. Oh well.
Before they got out of sight, another antlerless deer popped out of the cedars in the field below, jumping and cavorting like a puppy. Just bouncing everywhere. It danced right up to about 10 feet in front of my blind, then stopped and looked at me. Of course, I was hidden, but I could see it through the branches and twigs I'd piled up. It was
right below me, and I'd have to shoot through the blind to hit it.
Instead, I raised my gun and waited for it to walk, well, literally any direction so I could shoot it. It climbed up the hill and walked no more than 10 feet to my right. I shot it. Both lungs and the heart. I was surprised there wasn't a powder burn on the fur.