by superkodiak38 » Wed Nov 06, 2019 11:54 am
We made it out of camp and to the spot. Everything was flooded due to the moon, tide and the passing of a tropical storm off the coast creating a surge of water. They apparently road killed some carp and crabs during the ride the day before and Marc gave it to a snake that was swimming along in the road. I had planned on hunting hard ground where there was some oaks but it was all under 8 -10 inches of water. I had the best evening I have had in a tree this year that night, saw 3 hinds and a nice stag but I had what I would suspect as the resident swamp donkey bellowing, moaning and braying at me for over 45 minutes. I could hear him lunging through the water and crashing around looking for the hind I was pretending to be. I was torn over climbing down and going after him or staying in the tree hoping one of the other numerous sika running around me would give me a shot. This Stag didn't bugle like they normally do instead it was an ominous guttural moaning bray like nothing I had ever heard before. I had a stag early growling near me from his bed, I have heard that before and actually called them in replicating it but this guy was in another category of gnarly. Unfortunately I never saw him and those around me didn't offer a shot but I got my " fix" for now having more action in one evening than I have had in a few seasons in the past. I am going to try and get back over in January and see if I can locate him again, he was wise enough to not come all the way in without seeing or smelling the hind but he put on a show non the less.
When you take your kid hunting and he says thank you and tells you how much he loves being in the woods with you, your day just isn't going to get any better than that.