So, with an hour of sunlight left, on the last day of deer season, I sat, glaring at the squirrel that danced circles around my tree stand. I hadn't seen a single deer in 3 days of hunting, and was ready to admit defeat. As any hunter can tell you, deer are stealthy creatures, they slink through the woods with only the occasional crinkle of a leaf to give away their position and they are a shade of brown that simply disappeaars into the colors of the autumn woods. Squirrels on the other hand, are the woodland equivelant to an elephant walking through a field of bubble wrap. So, when I heard a huff come from behind me, with only an hour of the season left, I kney that once again, the deer saw me before I saw it, and the squirrels have foiled me yet again.
So, I stood as slowly and silently as I could and turned, I was surpeised to see a small racked, but very large body buck with its back to me, huffing and stomping at another squirrel which was doing it's best impression of a 5 year old stomping on a pile of dry breakfast cereal. I was sad to see the small rack, since in PA a buck needs to have atleast 3 points on one side to be considdered "legal" so I decided to get out my phone and take a picture instead....but as I zoomed in, I saw that this was not a little 4 point, but a 7 point, well fed to a good size, but poorly bred that it had such a small, yet legal, rack.