|The lost deer biker of the apocalypse|
|Getting ready for action|
|Seems to fit in|
I look forward to heading down to Winona every year and this year was even more important to me than most. Mainly because I have been well in need of time to think and to not have a phone, computer or other electronic device screaming at me.
In the valley, technology equals waves and gesticulations and maybe rolling your window down to chat with your neighbor.
The hunting week brought many of its own challenges however.
While the north was hit with snow, we were hit with freezing rain and warm temps. It was tough to sit in the stand while being poured on!
Then off course the door slammed shut and it went to -11!
The big news was how fun and effective the Cogburn CB4 was to use at the farm.
The CB4 was a major hit.
|Rain, snow, rain snow, rain snow|
Briggs Outdoors is a 600 acre farm managed for world class Whitetail hunting. Steve Briggs has 30 plus stands spread across the varied and dynamic terrain of the farm. Everything from streams, to ponds to food plots to bluffs, you name it, there is a stand there and the deer to shoot too.
In the past we have whizzed around via ATV and that is also how Steve has placed his clients in their stands in the wee hours of the morning. Many of the stands though are just a bit too far to walk but a bit to close to take the time to use an ATV. That said, the CB4 was the perfect tool to access them.
Boom! You hop on the bike and 4-5 minutes later you arrive scent free at the stand and with zero noise. It was such a joy. I also hauled my Pug as well and added the Scabbard and Steve and I were able to ride together and then sit our own spots.
We pretty much beat the hell out of the bikes. Rain, mud, snow and extreme cold conspired to try and destroy the bikes.. They worked awesome, although freeze up made for some interesting mechanicals at one point.
I was a greedy bastard this deer season and I paid for it. Over the gun opener I passed up a handful of smaller bucks with the idea I would have a full week of hunting at Briggs Farm. I then passed up a bunch of does the first two days at the farm. Again thinking I would have multiple chances for deer.
|Best place to hang out after the hunt!|
|Color in a black and white world|
|Heading home after a cold morning in the stand|
|Yup. Another day another form of suffering in the tree seat...|
Well that did NOT work out.
I saw deer every day, even on the worst weather days. However I fell victim to the close call. Scented at the wrong time, trees in the way, partial but not effective shots, you name it. Luck was not on my side this season, but that is the way it goes! Thats why its called hunting and not shooting....
The last deer of the last day was the clincher. I could actually only see her ears and her nose.