How can a man spend his morning getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, getting wet to his waist, and falling off a rock have a good morning?
Here’s how: I carried in two pieces of the tree stand that is going on Buck Knob.
In the process, the mosquitoes took advantage of the fact that I didn’t have a free hand, and I was rushing to beat the oncoming rain.
When I got there, I couldn’t make out the exact tree that I want to use, so I looked for a place to hide the ladder parts.
I saw this large log that would do the job. I walked over to it, started to put the parts down, and there looking at me was a moose shed!
It was heavy, but the tip and brow tine were chewed off.
I set the camera up in a slightly different spot in hopes of not spooking the buck.
I then headed for Tony’s lot to check the camera I put out there on the 9th.
There was a ton of fresh track, and the eight apples I put out were all gone.
Two big surprises.
First, I got several videos of an opossum.
I have never seen a possum in Washington.
The closest was a road kill in Antrim.
Second, and far more important, was a huge 8-pointer that was the reincarnation of my Kingsbury buck.
His antlers were still in velvet, but were perfectly shaped and balanced.
Because of the apples, I got a tremendous look at him. He was there three times in four days, BUT always at night between 10 and 1.
This is another wall-hanger.
I can’t wait to start scouting him further and look for a stand site there.