Simply put, I love it! I’m sure ya’ll know exactly how I feel. There is nothing better than sitting in a deer stand the first few weeks of November. It doesn’t matter where you’re from. The air is crisp, the colors are beyond description, and wildlife seems abundant... There is nothing like a November sunrise and the anticipation it brings! If you are like me, you welcome the morning light. You know it will begin warming those freezing toes and fingers (you have already been on stand for an hour and a half). Your eyes scan. What will those new day‘s rays reveal? And then introduce the new day’s sounds. The forest slowly begins to wake up. Squirrels rustle in the leaves below. You hear footsteps and you pray they are those from a whopper buck… I personally take enjoyment from the morning’s first song bird. Will it be a finch, a lark, a cardinal, or perhaps a robin? It really doesn’t matter, I enjoy them all.
This past weekend, I spent four days hunting a piece of property along the Sangamon River, near Petersburg, Illinois. I was the guest of Cavan Sullivan. Cavan is the founder of Timber Valley Deer Scents and Pheasant Farm (I will talk about his operation in a minute...here's his website: www.tvfreshscent.com). He was a perfect host and deserves special thanks for allowing me to hunt in his wonderful state and on his family’s farm. I sure hope I meet more families like his on my quest to kill a deer in all fifty states!
I’m guessing the farm is around 600 acres. The Sullivan’s have tree stands set up everywhere. Why? Because the deer come from everywhere! It is very difficult to pin point exactly where the deer will appear. I hunted for four days and felt like my head should have been on a swivel! I saw a total of 16 buck (six of which were shooters) and countless does. At one point, I honestly felt I could have shoot an arrow anywhere into the sky and its fall would have killed a deer
On my first morning out, I watched as a doe approached Cavan’s mock scrap. She followed a scent trail Cavan laid down drop for drop. She even hooked back around and repeated the process again and again. I was impressed to actually see deer scent working so effectively. And then in comes a second doe. At first, this doe was on a dead run. She hammered the brakes to smell Cavan’s deer scent. Behind her was a trailing buck. He was definitely a shooter; I was not letting him pass! I sent an arrow through his boiler room from 27 yards. But I honestly feel this would not have been possible if Cavan’s deer scent would not have been there to slow the doe. We found him collapsed some two hundred yards away. He is a very respectable 133 inch 11 point (he had some small 1 inch kicker points on his left antler for a total of 14points).
I continued to hunt. I had three days left and still had a doe tag to fill. Trust me; The Sullivan’s were pleased I was eager to help them with their enormous doe population.
I was given many opportunities to field test Timber valley’s estrus scent, buck scent, and doe scent. A skeptic is now a believer! This stuff works! I put some estrus scent out and watched as this buck nosed his way into within 30 yards. Talking about a duck on the pond! What I would have given for a second buck tag!
On a final note, I want to say a word about Enigma camouflage (www.enigmacamo.com). On my last day of hunting, I spent the entire day atop a 15 foot ladder stand. Things were hectic on my construction site back home. My cell phone was ringing off the hook ( the calls were too important to have the phone on vibrate mode). Mind you, I’m sitting on top of this ladder stand carrying on normal work conversations. There are five deer bedded down in front of me at various ranges. The closest, a spike buck, was only twenty yards away. I, of course, had my eye on a bedded doe at forty yards…
The phone would ring. I would answer. I limited my movement and conducted business as usual… This went on for four hours. The deer seemed undisturbed. I had a plane to catch. So at 3:30pm, I climbed down off the ladder (slowly of course). I began stalking the 40 yard doe. The spike buck never stood up (he was actually curled up into a tight little ball-head down)! The other three deer also remained resting. I moved to within 27/28 yards of my target. When I came to full draw the doe bounced to her feet. She jumped string and I shot over her back. After all that, I couldn’t help but to think this is an incredible testament to Enigma. I was there talking and chattering like crazy...not once was I ever noticed.
I look forward to the next few months. I have a date with a Monkey in Nebraska!
Edited by iamyourhuckleberry, 08 November 2007 - 07:41 AM.