This time of the year, my preferred hunting location is close to a heater. That means I'm either in a barn or a blind. Since I'm either rifle or muzzleloader hunting, I can give myself a little leniency when it comes to smell.
This the time of the year I spend most of my days hunting in the barn. I've enjoyed the past several years so much, I have added another barn, at another location, and have started turning it into Barndominium West.
For the past few days I have sat in a tree stand while temperatures soared into the seventies. And I'm hunting in the Midwest in November! During each afternoon's hunt, I only wore a T-shirt and carried a light jacket in case I needed it.
It was a cold October day. The fog wouldn't lift until late morning. It was the opening day of Kentucky's muzzleloader season, and I was high atop a mountain looking for a buck making his way back to his bedding area.
I made my way to the tree stand on opening day of Tennessee's deer season. The weather was perfect, including a chance of light rain. I had prepared for this hunt by being meticulous about being scent-free as much as possible.
I have a favorite blanket. Don't laugh. You probably do to. And if you don't now, you once did. Deny it and I'll just ask your momma, and she'll show me picture after picture of you with your thumb in your mouth and your blanket over your shoulder. My own son was not only attached to a certain blanket, but he also had a favorite corner of the blanket.
The map showed 700 acres in famous Pike County, Illinois. And it was ours to hunt - 4 of us, that is. We had planned on this hunt for months and knew we would be arriving at the prime time for the rut.