It looks like he is jumping over that fallen tree?
There's a path, so he doesn't need to jump but I have him going the other way about 5 mins earlier, and it looks like something caused him to come back the other way.
It looks like he is jumping over that fallen tree?
Hatchet. I thought you only liked California mountain lions... LOLMy kinda buck right there....come on August!!!
They frighten me...no thanks. Thats why i never leave the truck.Hatchet. I thought you only liked California mountain lions... LOL
It was actually only one he saw, the other 8 were it's remaining 8 lives.Larry once saw 9 in a cat pack..9!! The horror..
I have had a few cameras out that I thought for sure would get birds and they didn’t.I am surprised no turkey in the game cams with all the acorns.
Any how nice work. Man nice picks
Long overdue update but here it is.
Went up to my spot on opener and saw a pair of does bumped by another group of hunters. They were too far to get a shot off. In general the spot didn't have a lot of fresh sign and with the heat, I decided to hunt a different spot with a spring and that's when it came together, except for a small detail.
This spot is more of an ambush spot, and it happens. I hear a rustle (different then the squirrels) and there it is.
A perfect 20 yard broadside shot walking from the valley to the spring.
it passes a tree, I draw back and it looks at me.
Shit! a spike.
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He hung out with me for about 15 mins, just taunting me, eating, lifting his head, pissing me off.
Outside i'm a duck on a pond, cool/calm collected on the surface, (not trying to startle him) but below the surface i'm a flurry of activity. Trying to remember the exact rules around spikes.
it's the perfect scenario that I always wanted, he came out where I wanted him to come out and he paused in the right shooting lane, just the wrong headgear.
After the vortex of emotions and what if scenarios I felt that it was too close for comfort, so I mustered up all of my mental telepathic powers and told him to come back next year!
The season is young, tempered by the closeness of realization and i'm burning to get out there again.