Since moving to Rock Hill I’ve been doing a lot of deer hunting, or at least a lot more than I did around Charleston. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely deer hunted in Charleston, but there was always something pulling my attention one way or the other; fishing, tying flies, shrimping, football, parties, work (though work very rarely kept my attention). Here I have, let’s say, a simpler life in many ways. Not any more time than I had in Charleston, but certainly fewer distractions, so I’ve found myself spending most of my free time in the woods trying to kill a deer.
“Trying” is the operative word in the above sentence. So far this season has been a bust. I’ve did see one small doe, which I could have shot legally, but I let her pass by. Now, over a month later, that has been the only deer I’ve seen and my freezer is empty.
I wouldn’t be taking it so hard if I hadn’t been spending so much time freezing my ass off in the woods. I’ve been out at least once a week, if not more, since the start of the season. I would have at least spooked a deer in that time if I were back on my home turf hunting. Of course back home I know the woods like the back of my hand. Okay, not so well that I don’t occasionally get turned around and lost for hours at a time but well enough that I have the confidence to go into slightly less familiar areas and know I’ll eventually come out somewhere where I can get my bearings. I don’t have that luxury here in the Rock Hill area. Every bit of info I have on the surrounding area is gleaned from Google Earth, DNR maps, and the scantest amount of actual scouting (which is the only way to get any real info).
I shouldn’t complain too much though. Soon it’ll be prime time for small game; squirrel, rabbit, quail. All great excuses to ramble around and learn the lay of the land. By next year l should have more than the two stand sights I have this year. And who knows, deer season isn’t over yet.