So I'm chasing deer this year, as there really aren't any ducks around. (Normally at this time of year I am happily enjoying how my duck spots don't have any hunters, but it's harder to enjoy when the ducks are absent, too.)
So I took part of the afternoon off, walked in to a saddle between two ridges on the way to some standing corn, and settled in to wait for dusk. After I'd been sitting for 20 minutes or so, another hunter comes along, and sits on the same saddle, about 75 yards below me. He was literally on the line of fire where I expected the deer to pass.
It seemed incredible that he didn't see me, as I was all decked out in orange. What could he possibly have been thinking?
I walked down the ridge and set up on the edge of a swamp down in the valley, but never saw a deer.
So I took part of the afternoon off, walked in to a saddle between two ridges on the way to some standing corn, and settled in to wait for dusk. After I'd been sitting for 20 minutes or so, another hunter comes along, and sits on the same saddle, about 75 yards below me. He was literally on the line of fire where I expected the deer to pass.
It seemed incredible that he didn't see me, as I was all decked out in orange. What could he possibly have been thinking?
I walked down the ridge and set up on the edge of a swamp down in the valley, but never saw a deer.