Opening day of the Indiana deer gun season has been a "No miss" for me since I was 16 years old.
This year, I was excited to hunt a new woods in Henry County. My hunt almost got off to a very bad start.
While leaving the truck, I checked the wind. It was moderate and from the southeast. I decided to set a fencerow where I could watch the southwest corner of the Indian mounds woods.
As I unfolded my hunting chair something caught my eye. I had scared a varmint out of the fencerow cover and was watching it waddle out across the picked corn. It was black with a white stripe down the back. For whatever reason, the skunk did not feel threatened enough to spray.
I readied my shooting sticks and waited for the sun. Daylight came with a mist of rain and fog, still, it was a pleasant morning full of promise.
By 9 a.m. the wind was howling and a light rain began to fall. I decided the conditions would give me cover to begin still hunting the south edge of the woods. I had seen a nice buck here three days earlier, but his fresh tracks were not to be found this morning. I gave up an hour later.
Sunday was a wash and Monday, Evan Shuey and I were to hunt Brown County State Park.
A park employee took us along a muddy ridge fire lane and dropped us off. It didn't take long for Evan to see a buck and miss it. This was his first deer hunt. We looked for blood, but found none.
Evan disappeared down a draw while I followed a bridle trail. I just passed a small pond when I saw the back of a deer. Four steps off the trail and I could see the entire deer. I put the scope of my Optima muzzleloader on the chest and squeezed. A cloud of black powder momentarily obstructed my view, but the deer died in its tracks.