Art Eatman
Moderator In Memoriam
The fox-bonk, I was half-asleep against a tree, watching a deer trail. a motion caught my eye, some fifteen feet off. I lip-sqeaked, and here came Foxy-Loxey. Closer and closer until Bonk! Instant bottle brush! Instant practicing of being elsewhere. Scent neutralizer? Yeah, if you count cigarette odor, campfire smoke and BO. He came from upwind...
And in some areas, if you don't hunt from some sort of elevated stand, you won't see a deer. Aw, maybe if you can crawl on your belly and ignore cactus spines and mesquite thorns. Ten feet to ten yards of visibility, if you're lucky. And it's not in jungly high-rainfall country, either. I have a 100-acre patch of that in my southeast pasture--here in the desert. You can get into it real easy, if you use lopping shears.
And in some areas, if you don't hunt from some sort of elevated stand, you won't see a deer. Aw, maybe if you can crawl on your belly and ignore cactus spines and mesquite thorns. Ten feet to ten yards of visibility, if you're lucky. And it's not in jungly high-rainfall country, either. I have a 100-acre patch of that in my southeast pasture--here in the desert. You can get into it real easy, if you use lopping shears.