Went for a long walk today. I was intent on inspecting some parts of the property I have permission to hunt that I know are rarely visited due to over growth. I always have fantasies of finding some magic clearing in the middle of such jungles, accompanied by a chorus of angels and rays of sunlight shining down as I find "the" hunting spot. I certainly found some very promising spots for ground blinds, 1 exceptionally angry wasp but alas no holy clearing set down on this earth just for me. After about 2 hours of fighting some very affectionate briar patches and honey suckle that could give the local Kudzu a run for its money, I made it to an old logging road near the spot I showed in the very first picture of my picture thread. Old Mr. Squirrel was making his way right down the side of it and failed to notice me exit from the southern jungle, so I proceeded to make a game of seeing how far I could follow him without him spooking. Thus began a game that would have made a good cartoon for kids. The squirrel would scamper along 10-15 yards with me making exaggerated sneaking steps right behind him. He would stop, turn and look at me and I would stand stock still. Even though I was dead center of the road, he apparently found nothing vexing about the 6'4 tree trunk that was keeping pace with him. Now, let me add that I was wearing blue jeans and a blue t-shirt. I'm not sure of the color seeing abilities of a squirrel, but I've always heard that deer can see blue.
That brings me to next part of the story, and the reason for the title of this thread. After 20 or so minutes of inducing schizophrenia in a poor squirrel, I picked up the crunching of leaves in the hardwoods about 40 yards in. I eased up next to an oak tree and began looking, expecting to see another of the 50,000 squirrels that inhabit this hilly area. I spotted a flicker of movement in some low brush. A small patch had popped up on the mostly open hillside and I noticed deer liked to move near or through it during the season. I slid a few more paces as quietly as I could to the next hardwood I could break my outline with. This time I caught a good glimpse of what I was seeing move, it was the tail of a deer flicking back and forth as it browsed. At this point I was a bit shocked. I'm not the most stealthy creature. 6'4 and 300 lbs of man typically isn't considered low profile by any means. Yet seemingly, in my amusing myself with the squirrel, I had managed to get myself within 40 or so yards of a deer. I started paying attention to the wind and realized I had approached from downwind, a blessing since I had loaded up on some garlicky spaghetti for lunch.
Now I was curious. I had always admired my uncle Charles as the man was a ghost in the woods. He can materialize up out of the ground like deer do to me all of the time. Now here I sit, a bright blue unnoticed blob in the woods. Maybe age was teaching me what all the practice in the world failed to in my 20s. So I started easing forward, from tree to tree, to see just how close I could get. It was slow, it was cramp inducing, but it was above all fun. I managed to ooze my way in to about 15 yards out. By now I could see it was 5 deer. 3 larger does and two smaller ones. None where large enough to be am adult buck, so I am making some assumptions here. I watched them for a good 5 minutes before a swirl of wind from the approaching storm clued them in. I smiled widely and waved when 5 heads whipped around in unison to look my direction. The best part is that instead of the break neck run I was expecting, they all turned and trotted slowly away, each looking back occasionally like they couldn't believe it. Who knew an over weight white guy could be a ninja? Here's to you Chris Farley.