This morning was cold and still, and as the sun's rays stuck the tree branches, every thing starting to sparkle. A slight breeze came up and with it the hoarfrost on the branches started falling and the woods turned into a place of wonder. Mornings like that make you glad just to be alive.
I watched 8 deer that were 150 to 200 yards off and on a path that would take them on to our property. Unfortunately another person woke to the fact that they had walked past his blind without his seeing them until that were at least 175 yards from him. Sadly, he decided to shoot and that turned the deer into another property. As irritated as I was about his taking such a long and improbable shot, I was more upset with the fact that since no deer fell, he never checked to see if he had drawn blood.
My son David was sitting in the blind with me and after witnessing the less then admirable incident, he remarked that one of the first things I taught him was to always assume that you have hit the deer until after thorough investigation proofs otherwise.
