So Saturday was opening day for guns. I get my daughter out of bed at 4:00 AM and we head out to the woods. We climb the hill just a light is starting to ease the darkness. We settle into the ground blind about 15 minutes before legal shooting time. About 2 minutes after 6:45 we hear the first shot, then another, then another. My daughter is getting antsy as she thinks everyone is seeing deer except her. I mentioned to her that all the shots sounded like they came from the same place and that hunter must be a really bad shot. She said she hoped so because she wants to harvest Steve (The big buck in the scouting pictures from a couple of months ago).
After 2.5 hours, we hear close to 20 shots from about 4 different locations. The closest was probably half a mile away. I think it was from our neighbor's land to the east of us and on the river. Last week I saw at least 10 different deer right here. Saturday all we saw was 2 chipmuncks and 4 squirrels. After doing a little stalk hunting, we head back to the truck and eat lunch. As we sit at the picnic table eating lunch, a bald eagle circles above us and heads to the bluffs by the river. That marked the first time either of us had seen a bald eagle outside the zoo.
Drawing a blank on even seeing deer, we decided we had fun and head back to town after filling the feeder.