weekend recap, part II: was it him?

Oh, hello again! Are you ready for round 2 of my weekend recap? As you know, I had a successful hunt on Friday evening, bagging a nice doe and thus beginning to refill our freezer. All antsy & bothered by the desire to shoot a nice buck, I headed back to the stand early Saturday morning to give it another try. With the rut getting underway, it was my hope that a love-struck buck would let down his guard and follow a doe right to my field. I saw a deer sneak across the field just before it was light enough to really see, but I guess I will never know what it was… Maybe it was a ghost, or maybe my eyes were just playing tricks on me. Who knows?

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weekend recap, part I: filling our freezer

Happy Monday, friends! I hope everyone had a great weekend. The weather around here was absolutely perfect (and still is), and we were able to spend the entire weekend outside… And by “outside,” I mean I spent around 10 hours in the deer stand. Oops. But! It was actually a successful weekend for me on the deer hunting front – doe tag filled, freezer [on its way to being] filled again! Since we ran out of venison a few months ago and really haven’t had much time to do some serious deer hunting, it was definitely at the top of my to-do list to at least harvest a doe for us. And if a nice buck walked out instead? Well… I think you and I both know what I would do.

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back & forth – weekend recap continued

As I mentioned, we did a little bit of dove hunting and a little bit of fishing over last weekend. The constantly changing weather made it a little difficult to plan ahead for our activities, so we basically flew by the seat of our pants. Start to see a few doves come into the field? Let’s get out there and sit. No doves flying? Let’s try our luck on the pond. Procrastinating getting in the car to drive back to Charleston? Let’s get back in that dove field for a little while! That is truly how our day went.

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deer season update

Last weekend was spent hanging out in Georgetown, and it really was a great time. Despite the inclement weather we have been having around the Lowcountry, we managed to eek out a dove shoot and do a little pond fishing between rainstorms. I also made sure to check my trail cam, and do a little bit of scouting for deer season while I was there, just to see what kind of activity is going on now that the season is underway. Much to my delight, I had a handful of great videos & photos on my trail cam, found here.

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excellent raymanship

If you follow me on Instagram, you might remember that after my deer hunt last Saturday, I had plans to try and hook a tarpon. I was lucky enough to get an invite on the boat with John’s dad and some friends, having been left ashore by the rest of the boys participating in the Lowcountry Tarpon Tournament. It’s ok, guys… I guess. Just kidding. It was [still] a super hot day and the ocean breeze is exactly what I was needing.

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first crossbow attempt

So it was hot last weekend. Below is what my car read when I got on the road to head to Georgetown, loaded down with deer hunting gear, the crossbow, Marmaduke and Prine, and just the general accoutrement that comes with heading out of town to hunt, fish, and enjoy the weekend. I don’t know why, but I always seem to look like the Clampetts when I travel. Add John and his gear to the mix? Where’s my Suburban?

 

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top 5 signs every deer hunter should look for

Hello, friends! I sat down to finish this post last night and realized how long it has been since I have posted. This summer is doing 2 things – passing so quickly that I don’t realize how much time is flying, and dragging on until the next hunting season. This has really been such a busy summer that even leisurely fishing opportunities seem far and few between. Ahh, such is life. I guess it could be worse!

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America

A few months ago, while we were shed hunting, I noticed a bald eagle circling high above us monitoring the waters of Winyah Bay and the Intracoastal. Occasionally, it would dip out of sight behind the marsh grass as it dove for a fish. I kept hearing another eagle’s call (well, scream, really – such an intimidating noise), but couldn’t figure out where the noise was coming from. Taking  my shed hunt to another area, a little further from the water, I spotted the eagle again, sitting high on an outstretched pine tree branch. I got my binoculars out to zoom in for a better look, and noticed the big ol’ bird was eying a nearby pine.

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