WEll with the full moon shining, we hit the stand around 6 well before sun up. We sat there in the moon light trying to make out the shadows which seemed to move across our little valley. As the sun crept up, the boy was either caughing his head off or snoring loud enough he drowned out the crickets.
I kept a vigil watch on the surrounding woods and opening in hopes of catching a glimps of something, anything. Around 8'ish the feeder went off and we got a little hopeful knowing that the deer and hogs both had been working the feed mix over properly. At 9'ish the boy had been still and quiet as long as one could expect for someone his age. He was ready for something to eat and was determined to make enough noiise that I would take us to the house. So I gave in reluctantly knowing that with the moon that high things would be moving through mid morning and early afternoon.
We came to the house and ate a bite then headed back to hang a stand overlooking our bottom pasture, in hopes of at least seeing something this evening. As we pulled the truck around the bend and out from behind a nice sized oak, I looked over towards the feeder we hunted this morning. There in the shadows stood a yearling buck, which took a couple of good long looks to discover. Being the boy was in the back of the truck I was going to try and let him make the shot, but he hasn't figured out the tone thing in talking in the woods while watching a deer. I asked him if he wanted to go ahead and get this one and with his reply the buck turned and high tailed it. No biggie we wanted the big one anyway. On down in the bcak I stopped when I saw movement across the pasture, as we looked on we watched as a nice 8 point herded two does up and over the hill on neighbors place. Then just as they left out I spied something slinking along the back fence and upon closer observation discoverd a coyote which had spied us and was trying his best to blend into the scenery. After a few minutes of belly crawling he managed to make it to some tall weeds where with one look back he was gone.
WE got the stand up with a small protest mounted by some fire ants. After getting them under control, we finished up and headed back to the house for a nap. The boy says I needed to being the big gun with us this evening so I can shoot a hog if we see one that doesn't come in close. Since we will be hunting a run way across the field from another one of our feeders I figure we might at least end up with some pork chops if nothing else.
Well it's back to the stand, the boy is rested and got the caughing somewhat under control. Hopefully the repositioning will pay off with us sitting on the crossroads in the back.
We hit the stand just a tad after 3pm, figuring that with the moon and all something might by chance slip through the pasture. I had noted this morning that one of the buckes we had been prospecting for was totally involved with chasing does. So before climbing into the stand I made a drag using some Code Blue doe urine in hopes that he or one of the others would pick up the trail and follow it into range of the boy. Well it was pretty slow until around 5ish and we caught a quick view of a doe heading across the neighbors coastal field. After that it was sitting in the evening sun watching the grandsons head bob like on of those birds drinking out of the little glass. LOL Can't say as I blame him one bit, the temp was excellent for napping and with the slight breeze it sure was hard not to.
About 6ish we spotted a young 6 point heading right down the scent line I had laid. Unfortunately, as I had invisioned, he picked it up and went the wrong way. Once he got to the end he just wandered around a little befuttled and then headed into the woods. About this time I saw two does bust across the neighbors pasture with a decent buck in hot pursuit. I didn't get a good look due to the glare from the sun but could tell he was a shooter for our purposes.
Well we kept a watch behind us in hopes that they would hit the wind break we were set up in and come on across to us. In the process I saw something which hadn't been there before and upon closer inspection noted a young yote slipping through the goat weed heading our way. I mentioned to the boy that it was there and about the time he found it, it hit the timber and was gone. Only to soon be followed by another which followed suit. We discussed the option of holding out for a deer, but the boy was excited about the chance at his first yote. I helped him into position just in case they made a reappearance on the other side of the woods. IT would be a long shot for him pushing 250yds. Well we waited plenty long for them to re-emerge and no dice. I had just got the gun situated and him settled in when another one appeard. this one however was busy hunting gofers and kept in the pasture. We once again set up for a shot but the boy was having a time of it keeping the yote in the scope as it slipped from mound to mound looking for supper. Finially it found one home and set up to wait ti out. As he waited the boy drew a bead and took the shot. The range was a little over 150yds and the yote exploded into the air for what had to be a six foot leap. As it hit the ground this was repeated a couple more times and all was still. I have seen them do a death spin but never flip up and jump like this one did. Well needless to say that was it for this evenings deer hunt as we just had to go inspect it and get a few pics.
All in all though the boy is having a blast which is what it is all about. Hopefully with a little luck tomorrow morning we will intercept one coming across the front and he will fill his tag for this county. It would be nice to take him home with a deer as the processor is right on the way.