As of late, I make a drink, (a big one), grab a lawn chair, walk 50-100 yards from camp and sit with an unloaded Marlin. Heck, sometimes I'll even smoke a cigar. I usually see 5-7 doe's and just waive at them. They darn near walk right up to me.

Now if I really want to shoot something then I walk and walk and walk!

Best deer hunt I ever had was after a late-late morning frat party at the College of Charleston. I wore the same bright white oxford, jeans and docksiders I had on the night before and everyone made fun of me. Fell asleep in the ditch only to wake up to an 8 and 10 pointer standing darn near on top of me. I only had the heart to drop one and the other ran 25 yards and stopped. That was all it took so that one went down as well. None of the others saw anything and they weren't laughing after the hunt.

For me none of this covert stuff is worth going through. Right place, right time and God willing. Maybe that explains why I've yet to shoot a danged turkey.

Last edited by byc; 10/11/11. Reason: add
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