BEDDING AREA STILL-HUNT
I played cat-and-mouse with a gorgeous 12-point for an entire bow season a while back, waiting for him along scrape lines, feeding areas, and terrain funnels. When lockdown arrived I decided to go looking for him on a cedar ridge where I knew he loved to bed. With the wind in my face, I still-hunted to the ridge end, dropping to one knee every three steps to peer into the thick stuff. After 45 minutes I spotted the twitching ear of a doe…bedded right next to my monster. I was just prepping for the shot when she busted me and blew downhill, taking her boyfriend with her. Had I spotted her a second earlier, I’d have had time to thread a shot into the shoulder of that dandy buck.