As I do every November morning, I headed to my tree stand full of hope and excitement. I had my archery deer pass in my pocket, access to a great farm, and a weather forecast that called for low temperatures and high pressure. “Today is the day” was my motto as I crept through the predawn lightweight toward the stand I’d hung the day before. How did it go?
I didn’t see a single whitetail all morning. In fact, I spotted the ears of what was probably the smallest deer in the area, bouncing in the waist-high CRP as the minuscule buck crossed the prairie. I suppose seeing parts of a baby deer is better than getting skunked, but when you’re hunting some of the best deer country in the Midwest during peak whitetail mating season, it’s a petite victory.
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