Love high winds
At noon today, I was deliberating whether or not to watch a certain field or still hunt the bush at another location. The high winds today made the choice for me. I was still hunting at my regular slow rate and criticizing myself for everything I was doing wrong: cracking a small branch here and there or not always waiting for a wind gust to move. The usual stuff. Then, an hour and one half later, not more than 40 yards in front of me a WT buck stood up. As he moved to get a better look at what had disturbed him, I put the crosshairs on him. Nice looking 150 class buck with good width, good heigth but could have carried more mass. Needless to say, I was pretty pumped. Doubt if I'd sneaked as close if the wind hadn't been so strong. Next to a 4" blanket of fresh snow, I'll take a windy day for sure.
Bobby B.
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