day 18
Once again we were back in the field taking advantage of the relatively cool weather. A big cold front came through Saturday, flooding everything in sight, and yesterday and today were beautiful. It was 80 deg. F down in the vineyard at 7pm this evening.
But saw nothing. Nada. A big fat zippo.
But not to worry. Photos have been developed, which should make this a much sexier blog (if blogger's photo uploading function ever works again, which today doesn't seem likely). But here goes nothing.
Here is where I set up for an evening of deer sniping. Vineyard grapes can be seen to the left, the woods the deer come out of are beyond the truck.
Here is a view looking over the truck bed to the spot where Bambi's mom died. I was standing a bit closer to the cab, she was left of the picnic table and beyond, past the pond.
That's confessions of a deer sniper.
But saw nothing. Nada. A big fat zippo.
But not to worry. Photos have been developed, which should make this a much sexier blog (if blogger's photo uploading function ever works again, which today doesn't seem likely). But here goes nothing.
Here is where I set up for an evening of deer sniping. Vineyard grapes can be seen to the left, the woods the deer come out of are beyond the truck.
Here is a view looking over the truck bed to the spot where Bambi's mom died. I was standing a bit closer to the cab, she was left of the picnic table and beyond, past the pond.
That's confessions of a deer sniper.
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