When the alarm went off in the morning it was the best sound I have ever heard. It was officially opening day of the archery season. My anticipation for this day started the day it closed last year. Getting everything in line and prepped the night before is when it all really sank in. All I have to do is get this night out of the way and it's on. I was in store for a picture perfect morning.
My mind was made up to take a nice doe and get one in the bag. So, I set out to one of my favorite funnels. My truck said 48 degrees while on my drive to the stand. I can't remember an opener this cool. It seems as if it's usually 85 degrees and buggy as heck. Not this year baby! The wind is a little strange in this particular funnel. Deer go through it in both directions in the morning and evening. This is good and bad. You can hunt it in just about any wind, I love this spot. It proved itself once again.
On stand and ready. There is a small marsh to my west and the woodies were talkin' up a storm and the squirrels were chewin' up the acorns as fast as they were falling. Oh how I have missed this! A nice overcast with a soothing breeze. No skeeters either! I was just sitting and soaking it all in. The light crept in and it was now under way. My opener morning. Then, the sound we all wait and strive to hear. The grass was coming to life and making sounds that I was certain wasn't from no nut munchin' tree rat. Right I was. A year and half six exited the woods and skirted the edge of the corn field about 15 yards away. Then another little buck from the other corn field edge. They were small yes, but my satisfaction was huge. They stagedup right by me and then it got even better. Next thing I know they were face to face. Time for a little sparring. They rubbed foreheads and tickled tines. I got so lost in the show and reminded myself, this is why I do this. The larger of the two buck decided enough is enough. He showed a little attitude and the other was at his mercy. I can only hope this deer makes it a couple more years. He is a baby hog. At a year and a half he is even with his ears. He really could have a bright future if given the chance and that's exactly what I did. They fed off and I sat back in shear serenity.