Anyone who read my post last week from Indiana knows that we saw deer and even got some shots, but nothing to bring home. From my stand I didn’t even see a deer! Jimmy said that I should have painted my face and hands because the deer probably saw me, but I don’t think so. After I left my stand that first day because I had been sitting for four and a half hours with a damp and cold behind, Jimmy got up there and saw three does!
Oh well, it was a lovely experience sitting in the trees in the quiet. Here is a picture of my feet at sixteen feet from the ground.
The green leaves make up the top of a small tree below. Do you see the scattering of color on the forest floor? It looked like a mosaic from the stand, not so much when I climbed down.