I spoke with Doug yesterday and he saw another pair of bucks walking across a field he’ll be covering on opening day. The wind was in a direction that didn’t cross his scent with the deers’ noses and was able to observe them until they moved into a tree line not far from my blind. He said it was a spikehorn and a 3 point, making them the 12th and 13th males that he’s observed since the start of this program. Of the 13, he’s seen 8 repeatedly, and the 10 point frequently. The trails leading into the crop area have widend and the bai….er, ah, test plot is taking on the look of a war zone. Doug is spreading the material over a much larger area and forcing the corn down into the soil. We’ve begun to soak the corn in Ca’mere Deer for at least 24 hours before applying, and it’s showing positive results. Given enough time and spreading techniques, we could have another acre plowed up before planting time in the spring.
The test plot in Mark’s area is exhibiting the same results and with evidence of stump removal by the deer’s actions. Doug noted that there is a red squirrel that has taken the responsibility upon itself to protect that pile with his life. He said that this little critter may set a new record for both mass and transfer abilities, and at a future point, may have to be taken out of the study. (We’ll form a committee and make a recommendation or two, weighing out the factors of corn used vs. meat consumed, and then pass the decision on to the “Kill the Squirrel” committee. We’re all very politicaly correct and I’m sure Becky will be involved in it’s defense, for all you tree huggers, so fear not. It’ll be a fair trial before it’s execution)
One week from today I’m hoping to be making a very colorful and action packed entry under the heading: “Habitational Observation, Reaping what we’ve sowed”. I’d thought about “Reaping the Rape” but I want to save that one for when I go porn.








Mark and I went out to Doug’s today to pick up Annie, and take a look around to see how things are going. Turn’s out they’re going right to the ground; the tree leaves, the rest of the rape and a lot of the chickory, and the bai…ah, the material. Mark volunteered to use a back-pack blower to remove all the leaves that have fallen over the last three days. The last time we were out there, none of the leaves had fallen and the rye was growing well on all the trails, and today the leaves were 5″ deep. If left alone, it would have smothered all the grass’s and would have made a racket when walked on. Doug had made another application to the test plot last night and most of it was still there. Mark had said earlier when he checked on the lower test plot, that all the material was gone, and they were starting to make a hole.

