“Hunting” for Love in All the Right Places!
Dec14

“Hunting” for Love in All the Right Places!

    Being a hunting couple offers endless possibilities.  For us, it is a perfect way for us to celebrate our anniversary.   Each year, we return to one of our favorite hunting destinations, Deerfield Plantation.  Having a December anniversary could not be better.  I personally love cold weather and here in South Carolina,  you are never really sure what weather you will have in early December.  Well, it was just what I had hoped with morning temps in the 20’s and along with that, rain and wind.  For me, the elements bring a lot to the hunt and I come prepared with proper clothing thanks to Prois with their full line of women’s hunting apparel!  When we arrived, the cloudy overcast day offered a beautiful backdrop for  a quick photo shoot. Our awesome guide, Patrick was the designated photographer and the gorgeous grounds where the 19th century hunting lodge is located  could not be more beautiful.   I loved the colorful leaves glistening with rain and the mist in the air as we strolled the pretty tree stand next to the cabin,  It was a great way to get prepared for a long afternoon sit in our deer stands. Our little cabin was warm and cozy and as we left all our cares at home, we sunk into big leather chairs and sipped hot cocoa.  Our backpacks were double checked for everything we might need and the anticipation was high expecting the whitetails to be moving with the cold temps. When I am in my stand, I try so hard to be quiet and still while scanning constantly for any sign of movement.  Likewise, the deer are constantly on the lookout for movement and signs of trouble.  Does are always on guard putting their heads down to eat and jerking them up fast to see if anything changed or moved.  You know they are looking directly in your eyes as you lock a stare, afraid to blink as to give yourself away.  I feel like I am in a mannequin challenge as I struggle to maintain my perfectly still position.  The does eventually move on.  When I am not looking for deer,  I am looking at the beauty of the woods around me.  Here are some of the views from several stands I hunted while I was in camp. The leaves of the underbrush are still holding onto some of their beautiful leaves and look bright against the grey bark of the bare trees.  It was so cold that steam rose up from the trees when the sun came up in the early morning hours making it look like the...

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Camo 365 is Celebrating 25,000 views!!!- Giveaway!
Dec03

Camo 365 is Celebrating 25,000 views!!!- Giveaway!

  What a wonderful time to reflect on all the things for which we are thankful. For today, I would love to thank all of you who have subscribed to my blog and for those who have taken the time to read my posts.  Reaching 25,000 views feels very rewarding and I hope to continue to post positive articles about hunting and fishing and the great people I meet who have a passion for outdoor life! Thank you all so very much! My Trifecta Weekend… For those of you who are not on FaceBook, this past weekend was a whirlwind of hunting.  Friday was exhilarating as we got on the road at 4 am to hunt deer in some cold 39 degree temps.  The brisk morning sit was as good as it gets as I watched groups of does and managed to call in some bucks.  Thankfully, I had a nice 8 pt show up and he was a good size to harvest. The adventure continued as we loaded up and went to one of our favorite hunts each year at DW Outdoors to hunt ducks.  Hanging out at duck camp is so much fun but you have to get used to outdoor bathhouses and some rustic accommodations! We had a fantastic time sharing stories around the camp fire and enjoyed some grilled bone in pork chops and  amazing chicken perlo – the south’s best version of chicken and rice!   Off we went after a fun time hunting ducks to our last stop… Honey Camp Dove Club where we were hoping to see some migratory birds.  The afternoon was perfect for hunting doves, but they were no shows and most of us left the field without a quarry!   Share this:FacebookTwitterPinterestGoogleRedditLike this:Like...

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IMPACT!!!!!!! A Horrific Fall From a Deer Stand!
Nov03

IMPACT!!!!!!! A Horrific Fall From a Deer Stand!

Falling from a deer stand is the last thing that seasoned hunter Tommy Brown had on his mind that crisp fall morning in 2005. Living in South Carolina his entire life, hunting came as naturally to him as eating grits with shrimp. Tommy has always been drawn to the land, and working as an appraiser has been the perfect career fit for him. Anyone who knows Tommy will immediately tell you that he is a true outdoorsman. He named his only son Woods. As far as Tommy was concerned, there was no name better suited for a son. I’ve known Tommy for more than 30 years, but until the day I wrote this article, I never knew he is a Vietnam combat veteran. That’s Tommy Brown. Being a warrior didn’t define him, and he found no reason to bring it up. His easygoing style is only upstaged by his happy, charming personality and contagious smile. In a few months, Tommy was looking forward to celebrating his first anniversary with his soul mate, Carman Stone Brown, a beautiful young lady. Most people don’t get second chances at love, but this was a romance that was undeniable. My husband had hunted with Tommy many times over the years, mostly for ducks and doves. But this year, it was all about hunting for legendary whitetails during firearms season in Brown County, Illinois, where Tommy was to experience, for the first time, hunting monster bucks quite unlike the comparatively diminutive whitetails we see in South Carolina. Yeah, Brown County . . . the fact that Tommy’s last name is Brown made his eyes twinkle a bit more, as if he needed any extra twinkle that day! Climbing up those frosty rungs into the deer blind was a thrill that Tommy had anticipated for months, and he felt blessed as the night sky, filled with bright stars, morphed into early light. He thanked God for this amazing creation, and relished the time to sit quietly and take in the beauty before him. That single morning Tommy saw more bucks than he had seen in several seasons at home in South Carolina. As the hours passed, he soaked up the sights and sounds around him, not wanting to miss a thing. A flock of turkeys kept him entertained as they pecked their way through the food plot, and his excitement intensified when a doe ran out under his stand as a huge buck with a broken rack that looked more like a mule erupted from the woods in an unwieldy chase after her. The buck was in heavy pursuit, nostrils flaring, tongue hanging, and set...

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Alone in Total Darkness and Then this Happens!!d
Oct24

Alone in Total Darkness and Then this Happens!!d

It was the last day of our deer hunt at Deerfield Plantation in St George, SC, and I was ready to find Mr. Big! Our guides took each of us to our stands deep in the woods near the swamp, hoping that this would be a great location to find that trophy buck that I know each of us wanted. My lean-to stand was perfect to view the stars through the thick stand of trees that surrounded me, and the blackness around me never seemed blacker that morning. As the guide’s truck pulled away and the rear lights vanished, I settled in for what would be a good hour or so until there was first light. Not a minute went by, and suddenly, a loud sound startled me that was too close for comfort. It was not “squirrel” deer noise; this was a sound that only something really large could make.  It has to be a big buck that had been bedded down. I said to myself-don’t panic.  I have jumped deer before, but this was much different.  Slow moving and heavy steady footsteps were coming towards the back of my stand, and the sound of cracking limbs convinced me it was something really big. I slowly reached for my handgun,  just in case….Somehow, the feel of the cold nickel on the barrel and soft rosewood handle of my Smith & Wesson calmed my nerves.  I sat motionless for what seemed to be an eternity.  It sounded like a moose lumbering my way, but we don’t have moose in South Carolina.   Could it be Lizard Man? (You know how your imagination can go wild sometimes!)  I could not see even my hand in front of my face and I kept questioning why a deer would come that close to me.  It stopped right behind my stand, and I contemplated what would happen next.   I heard it start to walk again, cracking the limbs from some fallen branches, and the footsteps continued and then seemed to get further and further away.  I wish I could see something, I thought! But there was virtually no light, and I was relying on my other senses to try to figure out what was going on.  I hoped it was going to stop by the corn pile that was 100 yards or so up the lane and remain there until twilight. I have never felt time stand so still.  It was so heavily wooded that the first light came slowly, and as I glassed the area, there was no shape of an animal anywhere to be seen.  About an hour later, I hear...

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SNAKE!!!! In my Deer Stand!!
Oct18

SNAKE!!!! In my Deer Stand!!

  Most of us have thought about the possibility of a snake making its way into our turkey blind or a ground blind for deer hunting, but I bet most of us have not thought about a snake in our tree stand! Well, that is exactly what happened to me on Saturday, the 15th of October. Its was a day like most other hunting days except, the fog was as thick as pea soup.   Even though it is October, this particular morning felt like the dog days of summer!  My deer stand is perfect for me.  It is somewhat open-aired, while being perfectly hidden from from the keen eyesight of the deer.  Being a bit claustrophobic, I don’t like to be closed in.  I have one phobia and that is ….NO,  not snakes, but wasps!  Everyone who really knows me well is aware of this terrible fear I have.  So, this stand works well for me because I don’t feel trapped should a wasp fly in.  No worries…no wasps, but little did I know there was another intruder in my stand. One of the best parts about hunting is arriving at your stand a good hour before daybreak. The idea is to get in your stand with the least amount of noise or light.  I typically can get settled in within a minute using only a minimum amount of light from my hat light as to not alert the deer.  After a quick look in my stand, I am ready to turn off the hat light.  In the blackness of the morning hour,  the dreary fog made my mind wander about how much it looked like Halloween.  An intriguing spider web hung off the black silhouette of a branch, and it looked like it had ghostly bat wings. As the sun tried to penetrate the heavy fog,  the landscape began to take shape.  The dog fennel, tired from the long hot summer, drooped under the heavy mist in the air. The fog hung around until almost 9 am, and about that time I was able to see shadows of a couple of does along the tree line, and a happy-go-lucky spike buck wandered towards me looking for a place to bed down for awhile. I like to bring my camera when I hunt,  just in case I see something that really deserves a quality photo.  I took a few minutes to try to capture the beauty as the fog lifted,  knowing that I still didn’t have a clear shot from my vantage point to hunt deer.   As I reached down to move some of the old and...

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Counting Down the Days!
Jul29

Counting Down the Days!

Oh deer! I have been racking my brain trying to get my game plan together. Yes, the countdown has begun . . . while most people are enjoying summer boating, fishing, golfing, beach time, and other wonderful outdoor activities, some of us are counting down the days until deer season starts. If we are not thinking about it, we are probably sleeping and dreaming about it. I know I am. It is all about preparation, and this season, we are focused on hunting mature bucks. All hunters know that four- and five-year-old bucks don’t live that long making themselves easy targets. Our main focus will be keeping our human footprint as light as possible so as not to put pressure on the deer. How do I smell? Do tell!   Camouflaging our human scent is extremely important, and this year, we are adding dogfennel to our scent control plan to mask unnatural odors from our boots. It grows everywhere in the Southeast and it has a strong odor that will be perfect to hide our scent. We are not sure exactly what method we will use to get our boots covered with the scent, but I have visions of stomping our feet in the stuff as if we were squashing grapes for wine. The answer is blowing in the wind . . .  Next, we will focus on wind direction, which goes hand in hand with our scent control plan. Since a buck will use his nose to detect danger approaching, knowing the wind direction is one of the most important details to take into account. We have several stands to choose from and will select which stand to hunt based on the wind direction, always wanting to be downwind to best control our scent. Having options with the right stand for the direction of the wind can make the difference between seeing a buck and not. Otherwise your answer will be just blowing in the wind. A ScoutLook weather app is great to pinpoint your stand so you can check for wind direction. Stand by me  Besides the typical preparations such as pruning and clearing shooting lanes of fallen trees and debris, my stand will need to be cleared of any potential for wasps. Wasps are my phobia. I am OK with spiders and snakes, but not wasps. Letting out a scream because of a wasp will not help with hunting a trophy buck! I also need to check the swivel seat on my stand for squeaks and groans, as well as giving the stand a thorough checkup to make sure it is structurally in solid shape, as...

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