Of Missy and Fawns- Part 2

Well, now let's see the other part of Missy's story.  I told you guys I'd pickup the story starting in November of last year.  I left off in September, so why November, when October is in the middle? Well, I was on vacation half of that month and I didn't have my camera's out.  So here we go:

I read in a book called "Whitetails: From Ground to Gun" by Craig and Neil Dougherty where they were talking about shooting does, and the subject of sweet momma does came up.  After reading about how they've seen does come as regular visitor to the backyard and bringing up their fawns well, and how they have never been able to pull the trigger on one.  After reading that, I pretty much told myself that I might never be able to pull the trigger on Missy.  I did once, and luckily missed, because I would have regretted it if I got her.  I'm not doing that again.

About midway through November, hunting season in full swing, I was heading out to an area on another side of the property I hunt.  It was about 4:30 pm, and I pretty much knew what time deer would appear where I was going. I had to pass my feeder and didn't think much about it, as I didn't have any pictures of deer coming around that time. Sure enough; Missy, her two fawns, and another doe were already there:

Here are deer at my feeder, at a time I never recorded before.

And I pass near them and I see tail's flashing, are you kidding me?!?

A week and a half later I didn't get up to hunt the stand in front of that feeder because I was to tired.  AKA, I just wanted to sleep in.  I hardly ever want to wake up at 5:30 AM or earlier, no matter the season.  I woke up an hour later and looked outside, and guess what...

You can't see it in the picture, but the other doe is there as well

I could see them from my bedroom window.  I thought to myself "AHHH!!  Four deer are out there and you could've possibly got one!!"  After that, I told myself I WAS going to go out there the next morning.  Though I had warm hunting clothes on and multiple layers, I froze that morning (cold breeze on a 29 degree morning in a treestand with no wind break, fun right?).  20 minutes into it, my hands were ice.  15 minutes after that, I'm getting pretty cold myself.  But, around 7 o'clock, an hour into my sit, I found out that my hunt would not disappoint.  No, it was not Missy, but I had prayed a few minutes before for a deer, and lo and behold, a few minutes later, I get my first buck!

Adrenaline rush is the explanation for how I was able to spend the rest of the day in a t-shirt outside while getting the meat off the deer. Not to mention the fire dad had going on outside, I did the work near the fire, it felt great!

But back to Missy, she came back that night, possibly knowing that the annoying teenage buck Joe wasn't coming back or wasn't at their evening meeting.  I'll never know.

I told you she was a sweet momma!  Believe me now?  :)

That's November for you, and that's all for now!