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Russell Graves - Believes whitetails shouldn't be photographed in the back of a truck with their tongue hanging out.
Location - Texas
Brian Strickland - Has 369,518 acres of land that you can hunt on. Call him at (555) 281-HUNT.
Location - Colorado
Tony Hansen - Is pretty confident Michigan will release at least 300,000 archers into the woods this fall.
Location - Michigan
Jake Fagan - He's really just here to hang out, so don't mind him.
Location - Georgia
Will Brantley - Loves hunting in a dorag because it makes him look Ramboish. Some may call it Little Man Syndrome.
Location - Tennessee
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
A Hot and Windy Situation Pt. 1
The main problem we had, aside from the heat and wind, was the primary piece of ground where I'd been hunting is a long, narrow strip of woods surrounded by bean fields on all sides. The area I have permission to hunt is on the south side of this strip. With a west or northwest wind, our prevailing wind, this isn't a problem. We were faced with due-south gusts.
My one back-up plan involved a tiny (30 acre) block of woods sitting on the other side of the farmer's property. This block of woods is surrounded by corn fields this year. Last year, it was in beans, and slipping into it to hunt was nearly impossible without bumping deer. This year, I knew at least some of the animals would utilize the standing corn for cover as much as the woods.
To my delight, when Michelle and I pulled up to the woodlot on a side road, the farmer had picked some 20 acres of corn directly in front of us. With the stiff breeze, and silent entry of premium importance, Michelle and I elected to hunt from the ground, rather than pack in climbing stands. She carried in a dove stool, and I helped her build a quick make-shift blind in a fence row overlooking the picked corn. I eased into the woods and began still-hunting my way down the north side. A creek bed held several nice pools of water, and they were surrounded by deer tracks. I knew, even if the animals were using the corn as bedding cover, they'd come into these woods for a drink, and, with sweat beading off the end of my nose and the wind masking any noise I made (as well as a lot of my movement), I had a good game plan going. I'll check back in this evening and let you know how things turned out.
-Will
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