I left Friday about noon. I got up to where I wanted to camp and realized I left my propane at home. Ouch! I drove back to Ruth and got a couple bottles. I ran into an old friend at the store and we had a beer. On the way back up I saw a few deer so did some driving around and found a cut block that looked pretty good.
The first morning I got there before first light and there was three rigs already there. No problem. I hiked along the edge in the timber hoping the deer would leave the cut and come to me. That's what happened but no bucks. In the evening I drove around to the other side so I would have the wind in my favor and walked out a few skid roads. I saw one doe and three piles of mountain lion scat. It was hot and dry so I'm going to leave it alone until we get some rain.
I drove home yesterday and decided to drive through the fires we had this summer. We'll have some good hunting for the next few years, if there are any deer left. I took a couple photos of my old camp sites. Had some good times over the years. RIP
I liked this camp because you could hunt right out of camp. Oaks and prairies to the left and timber to the right.
This one I haven't used for quite a few years because it got too over grown to hunt and it's a lot steeper now than it was
I'll bring my chain saw and take some of that downed oak tree next time.
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Guns are like parachutes. If you need one and don't have one you probably will never need one again.