Had to attend a funeral for a friend's mom today, a sad affair, but the lady lived a good long life, 89 years. I got home about 3:45 and couldn't get dressed for the woods quick enough. After grabbing my bow and back pack, I immediatly headed for the rubber bucket that holds my majic concoction for scent elimination on my rubber boots, water and baking soda. A couple sloshes in the majic juice and I was off to a different stand on the east side of the property because the wind was out of the east. Topping a small rise in the field I noticed a small doe trot off the field to the east. Thinking that I'd spooked the little deer I walked a bit farther over the crest of the hill and was surprised to see a 2yr old 8 pnt flemening with his nose in the air and totally annoying two does at the far edge of the field. Standing totally motionless for what seemed an eternity, the buck finally tired of the does rejection and made like a beagle sniffing a deer trail off into the woods while the does went in the opposite direction. I then made my way across the woods and into a tree stand.
Once in the stand and finally geared up to hunt, I began my vigil. Time then dragged until there was only about an hour of light left then does and yearlings started to filter into the two food plots that were visible from my stand. I could hear some commotion about 50 yards into the woods but never could see the source. Just before dark I could make out a buck of some kind, probably a year old guy, working his way into the nearest food plot. He immediatly zeroed in on one of the does and pushed her off the food plot and into the woods. The dark curtain slowly fell and my evening drew to a close with not shots again, but well worth the wait!