2024 SC Deer Hunt Day 5 - One Sock Too Many

We met early again and left on an absolutely stunning morning.  Temperatures were cool with clear skies and almost no wind.  The day felt right.

Rick dropped me off and told me there could be a huge bar hog on my stand.  I snuck in as quietly as I could but didn't hear anything.

Waiting for it to get light my mind wandered to all the fall chores waiting for me when I got home.  At least I wasn't thinking about work.

As it started to get light, I started scanning to see if there was a bar hog there.  I saw a few black blobs, but they ended up being just dark weeds.  A bunny squeaked by me.

As it started to get light, the magic of the morning continued with light fog and heavy dew.

I finally saw movement on the corn as I saw a small deer.  It was a pretty 4-point.  So no shooting, but it was still fun to watch.

The 4-point only stuck around for a few minutes before it left.  A 3-point popped out right in front of me shortly after.  It looked nervously across the lane for a bit before snorting and running away.  I was hopeful something more interesting was over that way, but nothing showed.

The sun was rising and temperatures were as well.  A few spikes meandered around for a while.  Two of them did make their way to the corn and did some light sparring while eating.  Seeing the fake fighting was fun, even if it was just spikes.

With one last spike on the corn, I heard Rick's truck come in as the spike left.

Kevin had seen just a few deer, Lisa had seen a few does and Mike was lonely.

Back at the lodge, we had French toast followed by some needed down time.

At 2:30, we were once again on to road to hunt deer.  Chad from Florida had come in.  One guy was still on his way.

I was dropped off on the Nelson Green middle stand.  It initially looked a little exposed, but once settled, it felt like a hog stand; I just had to see hogs...

Shortly after getting settled, I heard rustling.  Much like the previous morning, it didn't really sound like a deer or a hog.  But after a few minutes, a deer did pop out, but it was walking very oddly.  Looking closely, it only had three legs.  I'm almost positive this is the same deer we saw that I called "clumsy."

A while after this deer left, two more came out.  One of them was a spotted fawn.  So I'm quit sure the three deer I had seen were the same from the previous morning.

I had a long time where not much was happening, but I was able to let my mind wander and enjoy the time.  A third deer stepped out and this was a totally different deer - at least different from the small doe and fawn.  Looking through the binoculars I saw what initially looked like an 8-point with antlers right at its ear.  It ended up being a 7-point.  I tried to size it up and took a few pictures to get Rick's opinion ... Right on the Edge.  

On edge or not, I'm sure it met the criteria.  I still hemmed and hawed for a bit, but eventually passed.  After all the deer left, I was definitely second guessing myself.  And I wondered if it was a clean 8-point if I would have shot it?  I had decided to stay another day, so what would I have done if it was still my last day?  Too much navel noodling after so much time in the stand.

Right at almost-too-dark a doe popped out.  I was hoping something else would, but that was it.

Everyone had seen deer that night.  Chad had shot (I heard him shoot twice), but it ended up being a clean miss.

Dinner was cube steak and beans n' rice before turning in early.