This year Braden and I got to go on our first deer hunt (thanks Scott!). Six minutes in the stand a small buck walked right in front of my stand. Just a few points off of an eight pointer (it was a button buck):) It took a while to track him since there was no snow, but it was worth it. Unfortunately, Braden had no such luck. He hunted for hours and didn’t even see a deer.
The cabin we were staying at was on the shores of a lake, and I didn’t fail to bring a rod. Since the hunting was a little slow, I fished for a while during lunch. Started with a zonker type fly in hopes of catching a bass or pike, but was surprised with a small perch that ate my 3″ fly. I switched to a perch fly and Braden and I landed half a dozen each in the half hour we fished.