Friday night was a solid 30 degrees warmer than it had been earlier that morning.  The warm temperatures effectively terminated the great pre-rut activity from the morning as well.

I sat in a cedar thicket along a hardwood corridor for 3 hours without seeing, smelling, hearing, or even sensing a deer.

Clint sat on the edge of barbed wire fence row looking into a 30 acre regenerating field.  He saw 4 does but they got downwind and the gig was up before coming into archery range.

The only good luck of the night was had by one of my dad’s good hunting buddies.  He made his first bow kill a fine one.  He grunted a 3 year old buck in from over 150 yards away and put an outstanding slightly quartering to shot on him.  Grosses near 120 and is just a beautiful North Carolina 8 pointer.  Pictures as soon as I get them in an email.