It was a puffball mushroom. And, they are edible when they are still white. I did a bit of research on it. Thanks for your input.
Great post and great attitude! Regarding your persistance, a guide on one of my Alberta hunts told me I'm the kind of hunter who kills a buck up here, since I was doing dark to dark hunts (5 straight days). He said a lot of guys come up here and say they're going to do all days sits, but never do. My patience payed off. Not a monster, like the Edmonton Bow Zone is known for, but one of my best bucks none the less. You're going to kill a buck!
That's a great buck! All day sits are hard and can burn you out really quick. Good on you for being persistent.
Back out for the afternoon. Hopefully some other bucks show up. Good luck if you’re out. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
I could be wrong, but I think you and Little Chief have been putting in the most time on stand. I really hope you get a good buck.
I hope it’s this evening rather than tomorrow. It’s supposed to be 12 degrees in the morning. I’m not to sure how long I can stay out in that. As long as the wind isn’t blowing it might be fine. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
I’m set up for the afternoon sit. I took this morning off and actually slept until 11:30. I’ve been a little foggy since then. I think I really needed the rest.
These bucks must be very frustrated. I can see two of them sparring down near the swamp at least 150 yards away. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
Okay. I now recognize that I'm cursed this season. I should just hang my bow up and start bass fishing. I got on stand at around 2:30 and I hadn't seen a thing when my phone buzzed at around 4:55. I glanced at it and it was my wife. I know she wouldn't call me at primetime unless something is wrong so I answered it and whispered "Hello." The first words out of her mouth was "Where is Elly May?" She wasn't quite screaming, but she was definitely yelling. I quietly replied "I don't know! She was there when I left." She was frantically searching for our StreamLight flashlight and yelling into the phone "Where is the ****ing flashlight!" (She's a retired Navy Chief also.) She hung up on me then. For just a second I thought about hunting until dark but quickly decided that I'd like to live to see another season, so I tossed my gear into my pack, zipped it up, put my quiver on my bow, hung it on my hook and cinched it to the tree with my cinch strap. Then I climbed down. My tree is on a slope, so I spiraled around as I climbed down. Just as I was about to step out of the climber I heard a hoof stomp. I peeked around the tree and 25 yards away one of my target bucks is staring at me. I'm peeking around the tree looking at a buck I would definitely shoot with my bow hanging 20 feet above me. We locked eyes for about 15 seconds and he bolted. I was pretty angry when I trudged to the bike, rode it down the hill to the quad and then raced home. We found Elly May at the back of our property. Evidently she had managed to sneak out the gate when my wife came home while I was out. This may be too "colorful" for some on the forum, but I swear that this year it could be raining boobies and I would walk outside and get hit right between the eyes by a big ol' pecker. I just can't win. I know which buck it was too:
