Just a few days left in the hunt, which is OK by me. My feet, knees and back have all but given out. I'm tired of feeding does and spikehorns. A day full of does and spikes is like a tray full of stems and seeds-a definite buzzkill.
Anyway, I'm heading out once again to track that 10-point, this time across the clear cut, which is going to be agonizing. It's about 250 acres of up and down, punctuated by tag alders, brier patches, and flooded skid steer ruts. It's all in the quest for meat in the freezer and I'm just motivated enough by the fact that I actually put venison in my freezer last night after picking up my first deer from the butcher with LP. Tonight, after a hard day in the bush I'll be dining on venison steaks and tenderloin!!