Stumbling down my little goat path carrying buckets filled with bait, my eyes do not look ahead of me. Staring down not to look at the station too early. My foot almost gracefully lands in a large pile of bear crap. Looking up to see the devistation.
It is very hard to fist pump when your arms are like jello from carrying bait. So, I set them down and to a little dance. My baits have been on the ground for a while and I am happy to report that they are getting hit good. I am running two stations and both looked as if a gernade went off inside the funnel. Not a peanut or a gummy worm left.
I got both stands hung this weekend. I set them for a recurve shot, yeah, closer than I normally hang them. The acorns are already falling, which I am rather pleased with. Hopefully, they will be gone by the time September 1st rolls around.
There is lots and lots of logging continueing throughout my hunting area. This will help or hurt me, so far, it is helping. I am very excited to see what lies in store for me come sitting time. I am one step closer...