Was up by Tomahawk for the weekend. Heard lots of shooting opening morning, some of it was pretty close by also. The 40 acres we hunt on isn't the best woods, and there isn't a ton of great deer, but there are deer and we hunt mainly for meat anyways.
My dads stand sits about 20 yards behind mine, he had a spike buck in his sights but had his scope zoomed in too far and was adjusting it when someone on the neighboring property let off a shot that spooked the buck who turned around and walked away before my dad could get a shot. I heard the deer that the neighbors shot come running through the woods to about where the property line is, then stop. A little while later I heard the neighbors coming through the woods in about the same spot, then heard one shout "here it is!". A little bit after that I spotted a big doe moving through on a trail to my left. Caught me off guard, wasn't positioned right in my stand to get a shot off, and as I tried to move she seemed get a little nervous. So I decided to just stay still and let her keep on the trail to where my dad was. She had a different plan though because she moved from that trail off to another one, my dad still saw her but he had a tough shot through brush to that trail. He tried, but missed, doe ran off. We went in for a lunch a little after that and came back out when the snow started to fall.
I was probably sitting in my stand for about 2 hours then, my hands were freezing since I had forgotten to bring my insulated gloves so I finally gave in and set my AR down across the walls of the stand in front of me and shoved my hands into my pockets. I closed my eyes and looked down at my feet as I enjoyed the warmth on my hands for a second, and when I looked up there's a yearling standing right where that big doe was earlier in the day. So I pulled my hands out of my pockets as quickly and quietly as I could, grabbed my rifle, popped open the scope covers, flipped the safety off and put the crosshairs on that deer. He was facing directly towards me munching on some grass, so I was waiting for him to turn to move down the trail, and when he lifted his head and took a half step to his right I let one rip right ahead of his left shoulder, through the heart, and out behind the right shoulder. He jumped up, hit the ground running and ran right in front of my dads stand, my dad took another shot while he was at a full run and the deer piled up right on the tractor trail that leads to our stands. Dads shot missed him too, he ran about 40 yards from where I shot him, lots of blood on the ground. This was my first deer ever.
Dad cleaned him out, said I shot the heart into 2 pieces, found out he was a buck when he cleaned him out. While we were cleaning him out we heard one of our hunting partners shoot, they got another buck yearling.
Sunday morning was dead quiet. No birds making noise, no red squirrels, no chipmunks, no wind, just pure silence. I heard maybe 2 shots that morning, both were a good ways off. Came in and watched the first 3 quarters of the packer game my dad and I then headed back out, except he was going to sit next to the cabin and watch the field, I went back to my stand. Once I was in my stand he walked through the woods to try and kick something up and send it my way. Said he saw about 4 deer that he kicked up but didn't have any shots on, none of them ever came by me though. Probably only heard a half dozen shots or so that afternoon though.
This morning was pretty similar to Sunday. While I was getting my gear on my dad stepped outside to smoke a cigarette and saw 3 deer about 100 yards away on the driveway. Told me to grab my gun and get out there, so I did, and when I came out they spooked and took off. I walked over real slow and quiet to see if I could spot one standing there watching for me, but they were gone. Walked back to the cabin then back out to my stand and sat for awhile. Told dad I would sit until I started to get cold then come back since he wanted to get going around 11 for the 4 hour drive back home. Sat until about 9:30, noticed a little more activity in the woods but there still wasn't much. Only heard a couple of gunshots again, although they were a little closer, so I decided it was time to head back in.
Saw a lot of medium does on the drive home, couple big ones. Only 1 big buck, couldn't count the rack but I'd guess 8pt, couple small spike bucks but that's it.
Seems like it was a little slow for everyone this year from what I've heard, oh well, maybe next year will be better.