Well... No deer for me this year thus far. The investment in a new Bear Archery Done Deal bow has yet to pay dividends, and having a rifle in my hands this weekend didn't improve my odds either. I did see 7 doe on Saturday evening, and what looked like a very large buck around 100 yards away that was approaching as daylight was quickly fading. As I turned to try to pull him up in my scope, a doe that I thought had walked past already, spotted me and raised the white flag as she abruptly vacated the area taking the other does and the possible buck with her. I saw nothing the rest of the week. Now, this brings me to the heading and main topic of this post.
After going all morning without seeing anything but a few squirrels, I decided to change strategies and head down to the stand where one of our friends/property owner Dean had shot a monster buck on opening morning (see above pictures). After the roughly 47 mile hike through the thickest cover, tallest grass, and nasty terrain I have ever seen, I got to the stand. Already upset that my chiefs managed coach their way out of another game (I left at halftime), I sat in my stand without a movement or sound from 1:30 PM until 5:45 PM, which really is a lot longer than you think when sitting 15 ft up, hanging from the side of a tree in 30 degree windy weather. Luckily I saw nothing.
After sitting in my stand until it was pitch black, hoping that one of the other hunters in the area would kick up a large buck and send him packing my way, I decided that nothing would visit me that evening and it was time to head back. On about mile 46 of 47, I could see the cabins lights in the distance, and knew I was almost home. Just then, I heard leaves crunching, and thought I may have kicked up a deer, after a quick regroup, I scanned the area and tried to catch a glimpse of the source of the noise. I didn't see anything, and then realized that the sound was coming towards me, I was finally able to locate the source of the noise, but could see only leaves flying and they were flying in my direction. A quick thought went through my mind... I knew there were bobcats in the area, I knew that this area was known for having mountain lions as well, and regardless of whether you believe or not, Sasquatch is always a possibility as well! So I start thinking, I am about to be mauled by a bobcat, mountain lion, or a 10 foot tall Sasquatch. At this point, the fight or flight mentality took over, and I decided that since I was armed with 30.06 Remington rifle with 4 in the clip and 1 in the chamber, a Rambo knife, and many sticks and stones nearby, I was prepared to fight. As I unshouldered my rifle and clicked the safety off, I took a few steps back and waited for the culprit to come into view. Then he did, the monster I was wanting to see was an ARMADILLO!!!? Although this thing was few, my nerves were put to ease when I saw this 15 pound glorified rollie pollie. I stood wondering why this thing thought he was tough enough to charge me, and was suddenly gang rushed again!!! Well, this was the straw that broke the camels back, not only was this thing a lot smaller than me, but he wasn't packing any heat either. After kicking him as hard as I could and knocking him silly, I decided that he needed an attitude adjustment, and that's just what I gave him. In case you were ever wondering what a 180 grain Winchester XP3 Ballistic Silvertip will do to a 15 pound Armadillo, please see the above pictures. Needless to say, this armadillo will not be charging anyone else anytime soon!