They cut some of the corn on Thursday, some on Friday, and sure enough got the last bit on Saturday.
Saw ten on Sat. No shooters, and no big boy. Bucks just running with does, or single bucks running with head down.
Saw 23 on Sunday, had an 8 point about the size of the 8 in my basement, run a doe. she bedded down about 60 yards to my 10 o'clock. He laid down at 1:20. A spike walked up, forcing the 8 to push him off, still no shot. Eventually they run over the hill and disappeared. Meanwhile, 2 button bucks appear at my 3 o'clock and start following my trail toward me. then, out of nowhere, Mr. 8 walks up the bank in front of me. He does not present a kill shot, but is within 30 yards. He and the buttons stare down, and he moves to behind 4 trees and stands there for almost an hour. The buttons get behind me, and stand there. Then, he lays down, showing only the tip of his nose. Eventually, his doe shows in the gorge below him. the buttons finally wonder off, and I see a big buck at my 2 o'clock out a 95 yards. He is bigger than the 8 and I can see that without binocs. I have been fighting a cough all morning, when I finally cant hold it and cough three times and hock a loogie...the 8 doesn't move, nor does his doe. At 4:40, he stands giving me no shot, then slides over the hill. the bigger buck also slides over the hill. Then I catch the small 8 and the doe climb the ridge opposite where the descended. He mounts her, but she runs further west. Then at 5:00, I get my gear on, and get ready for the last 15 minutes of light, when 2 bucks start fighting about 150 yards to my 10 o'clock. I can see them, they are big and both have nice racks. they fight right down into the gorge, and are getting closer and closer, when one breaks and runs like hell, past the ground blind and I see him cross the dam (no second deer). At that precise moment, out from the 10:00 position, comes the doe, and with her is a spike. he get on top, but she runs. in fact, she runs around the west flat 3 times, then crosses the gorge and ends up out in front of me with the spike in tow. Then out of nowhere a small fork runs in and mounts the doe, who runs, and another small 6 comes in and the four of them are out in front of me running and chasing. I look back to my 3 o'clock, and standing in the opening is a big-racked buck, but vitals are behind the only tree. He is definite shooter, looked like a nice 8 or a smallish 10 (in the fast fading light). I drop to one knee in the stand and when he moves I grunt him to stop, which he does after three steps leaving me no shot (he is at 40 yards and I have the iron sighted .44 mag). He again steps out and i grunt (keep in mind I have 4 deer out in front of the stand which i am not paying attention to). He again stops with no shot, and just when I have him, he bolts and runs out into the grass behind Dale's. I turn back to the melee and watch the doe, a spike, and fork, and a very small six run past me at 10 yards out into the grass. I climb down and jump another buck not previously seen while I make my way to the open spot next to xxxxx's field (where I saw a buck and doe last night). It is now to dark to see for anything longer than a 50 yard shot, so I scoot over to the dam for the last minute, and on the field edge to the east is a monster moving south. could have rifled him, but not with the .44. Now its flat-out dark, and I just walk out. I start across the bean field, and walk straight into 3 doe just standing there, and close to 25 yards before they run. Somewhere in the fray today I saw 23 deer, and cocked the .44 at least 8 times, but never shot. Next trip will require the .270, and with the scope, I will not have to wait on shots because I can thread that bullet between trees and have a scope that has very good light gathering qualities.
So, I think I may have pneumonia after these last two days. I was pretty sick Sun morning, and didn't even go out till about 10, and got to the stand at 10:49. I held back coughs all day, and shivered like a dog passing peach pits...