kerryman71
NES Member
Last year, late November, I got out of my truck in a dirt parking area just before first light and started gathering my stuff for squirrel hunting. It's off the beaten path, not many houses nearby. As I walk around in the dark, I step in human shit!!. Either that or the animals ordered from Ciao Bella in Worcester, known for their generous use of garlic.
Regardless, I spend several minutes doing everything I can to get the shit off my boot so that I'm not tracking that scent along for any deer hunters. I get most of it off but can still smell it a little as I walk along, hitting every source of water I can find. Grey light hits and I hear some trouncing coming downhill through the woods. I stand off to the side of a trail and watch as a buck comes out through the brush, about 15 yards in front of me. He's on the trail and looks right at me. I didn't move and he got off to the side of the trail and started eating. Every once in a while he'd look up at me, then go back to eating. This went on for over five minutes before he sauntered off. I swear they know.; "This guy's got a .22, he ain't deer hunting! And the poor bastard smells like shit!!"
Regardless, I spend several minutes doing everything I can to get the shit off my boot so that I'm not tracking that scent along for any deer hunters. I get most of it off but can still smell it a little as I walk along, hitting every source of water I can find. Grey light hits and I hear some trouncing coming downhill through the woods. I stand off to the side of a trail and watch as a buck comes out through the brush, about 15 yards in front of me. He's on the trail and looks right at me. I didn't move and he got off to the side of the trail and started eating. Every once in a while he'd look up at me, then go back to eating. This went on for over five minutes before he sauntered off. I swear they know.; "This guy's got a .22, he ain't deer hunting! And the poor bastard smells like shit!!"