Plans Do Work

My typical hunt is very frustrating. When you are the one that has the rights to hunt it is difficult when you hunt with others. This is the situation I face each weekend. I have to figure out where to put people, and then I have to figure out where I am going to sit.
I usually end up putting the others in the better spots, but not on purpose. I think long and hard about what stand to sit. Then I place them accordingly.

This weekend it all worked out in my favor. I was able to shoot a great 11 point on Saturday morning. The big boys haven't started chasing, but the smaller bucks are running wild. A few of them squared up on each other to lay claim to a few does. It was an exciting sit each time I went out. It seemed like I sat the right place every time. I love it when a plan comes together.

I have one buck tag left and will hold onto it like a golden ticket until a big dude steps out.

Life of a Traveler

It is tough to a traveler. I miss my family most of all when I am on the road. It is tough to imagine the guys and gals that are on the road constantly. I don't know how they do it? When I am on the road a little part of me wants to think that Julie and Jett don't know how to get through without me, but Julie is so good she gets by without a hiccup. It is good to be home with my family, and I don't see travel in my future till at least mid-December.

But of course, that doesn't include hunting over the weekends.