usajon
.30 Stingray
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Post by usajon on Dec 16, 2014 20:45:45 GMT -5
I haven't hunted in some time. was hunting in Howard county/Maryland farmland. Dawn hunting. We had scouted the area the week before, and put reflecting yellow tape on some low branches for pre dawn walk in, using a small flashlight to locate a spot that look good.was dress warm and it was aprox 20+ degrees/rested my back to a large tree/I notice the smell of burned fuel oil from distant homes, ones so far away u could not see/as dawn broke the temperature dropped which I did not know was normal, a fox came from a hole unseen and got 10 feet away b4 he smelled me at dawn/ was told that deer forget a noise after 20 minuets. we were on a wooded ridge above old corn fields. heard some shots off in the distance and saw a heard of 8 running toward us through the corn field but they never entered the woods, they ran along the wood line to the left , never did get a deer that day but did days later. black powder rifle 50 cal inline. the farm has since been sold and there are houses there now.
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Post by cas on Dec 24, 2014 9:47:55 GMT -5
It's amazing sometimes how your sense of smell can work (or not work), especially in the woods. A couple of times in the woods I've smelled deer before I saw them. Every time I've had the same thought "oh you're nuts", but sure enough a few minutes later there they were.
This year I was hunting and I kept thinking I was smelling my friend (who was in camp with me). I kept thinking it had to be My imagination, or it was from something oh his I'd touched back in camp. Later on I found out he was sitting farther up the hill, but about 400 yards away. Amazing.
On the other hand... Not to be too gross, but the other day I picked something out of my teeth and when I smelled it almost made me wretch. "How can I have something so nasty in my mouth and not smell it?" Funny how that works.
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Post by theoldredneck on Dec 25, 2014 17:09:42 GMT -5
CAS, I have thought about that some lately. I don't hunt now but will walk through the woods and fields behind the house. Earlier this month with a cup of coffee in hand I walked across a field and into the woods. At the edge of another small field the smell of a buck was very strong. As I looked around there was fresh signs he had just marked. As a youth I would see scrapes from a distance. Now as an old man I am almost standing in one and smell it before I see it. I'm not complaining, but it makes me think.
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