Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Meanwhile, in a Tree Stand Nearby
In the stand before the sun came up. Sitting in the cold pearly reflected light, listening, when the sounds began. Clack. Antler or brush?
Clack, crash, crash, clack, clack, clack, clack, definitely deer. Definitely two deer. Then came a loud scuffling, snorting, crashing, banging and bashing. Cough! Bark! Cough! Did you ever hear a deer bark? There is nothing quite like the sound.
Two bucks were fighting right in the 30-acre Lot. I am told it was the most amazing experience in the world, listening to that battle out there in the dark, senses heightened by the lack of light, only the scent of the rut and the sound of the fight to tell the tale. Later came the light and shortly after sunup came one buck, a heavy 7-pointer. The victor. Maybe, maybe not. Like in fishing it was of course the smaller of the pair. The big one got away. It was the first shot of the season (other than sighting in) of the .308 Winchester recently added to the collection here. We will be eating well this winter....