Beginning of November 2010 had some surprisingly cold weather move into middle Georgia. Now me being a Damn Yankee I should be accustomed to cold weather hunting and consider it more of a blessing. I used to relish those days in minus 15 degree Fahrenheit or worse and set off on a fresh track in the snow. Certainly, wouldn’t sit in a tree stand in those cold temperatures.
Well after living in Georgia for 2 years I have acclimated to the warmer conditions. I even put on more weight which you would think I would be less since I don’t need the extra for hibernation in Northern Maine. Hahaha. I will say I’m glad I kept the hunting gear of Maine because that early November of last year had me freezing when I walked outside to check the weather. I started the truck and it said 15 degrees. Now 15 degrees in Maine is perfect and practically tee shirt weather. I can recall a Maine January day I went outside to start truck and thought, “oh its kind a nice out, crisp but nice and sunny.” That’s when the truck temperature gauge read an even 0 degrees. ZERO and I thought it was kind of nice, that’s insane. Now 15 degrees in Georgia is way colder. It must be something to do with dry and wet conditions I guess. I read that temperature gauge threw on the window defrost and ran back into the house looking for my loden green wool jacket and bibs. It’s definitely the Elmer Fudd looking for wabbits kind of outfit but I tell you they are warm. Feel free to poke fun at the picture I really don’t mind.
I got to the property before sunrise and walked into my stand. Which really was silly because I had noticed the deer just didn’t seem to be moving until the sun raised high enough to start melting the frost which was around 9ish. So there I sat in the stand warm in my wools waiting for that sound of an approaching deer. Waiting and waiting, when finally I hear something walking up the road from behind me. Steam was blowing from my nose as my heart rate increase like a train steam engine. That has got to be biggest drawback to hunting in cold weather. Not natural for a tree to be blowing hot air around 15ft off the ground. I might as well put a sign out in the road that says, “Deer Look up.” This doe walked right up to the stand and bit off some green briar to my astonishment. Then she proceeded out and quartering away. Finally, after all bow season and two weeks into rifle season I get to hear my own gun going off in the cool morning sun. A 15 yard quartering away shot the old 30/30 Marlin gets to unload after two years of hibernation. It’s the 2011 Deer Season I find myself thinking about previous years for lack of success this year so far that is. Something good has got to pay off from determination no matter the weather conditions. When you view the picture, don’t ask me why I have a base ball cap on top of my hunter orange hat. I have no idea. Stupid things happen when you’re taking pictures on your own with the camera balanced on a log.