I had really backed myself into a corner in Adams County. I had chosen a great place for my stand.
I was situated along the edge of an alfalfa field, and the deer were feeding in the field each evening.
I scouted the field and watched deer routinely emerge from a trail in the woods and enter the field. I estimated the predominant wind direction forecast and hung my stand accordingly.
The first evening of my hunt I was sitting above that trail watching a few does filter by me. I had extreme confidence that it was just a matter of time before I would be dragging a buck back to my truck.
A half-hour before dark my eyes caught movement across the dozen does and small bucks in the field, just in time to see a shooter join them. He had used a different trail.
