Category: Deer hunting
Posted by Dave Spratt on Thu, Aug 14, 2008 at 7:35 PMScout's honor
The camera doesn't lie.
Deer hit the salt lick. Hard.
On July 5, I put a digital trail camera out to scout my main bowhunting spot. To give the deer a reason to stop, I added a salt block. A plain old water-softener salt block.
And then I left. For five weeks.
I retrieved the memory card last weekend. The salt block looked intact. The game trails didn't seem particularly traveled.
I wasn't too hopeful. I even doubted the position of the camera so much I moved it.
But the camera doesn't lie. It said 640 pictures were taken from July 5 to August 8.
Boy, were they. Of those 640, about 10 were of some big dope trying to get the camera working. A couple were of raccoons hitting the salt block. A few, less than 10, were of nothing. I assume that was the wind moving the tall grass enough to set off the camera's motion detector.
The rest? Deer. Deer 'til the cows come home.
Big deer. Little deer. Does. Bucks. Dozens and dozens of deer, and a couple sizable bucks that I'd be happy to harvest.
That camera is like a window into an unknown world, one you never see when you stomp off to the woods with all your human noise and scent and movement.
It's magic. And it doesn't lie.
