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the day started off clear, cool and moon lit as I entered into the thicket I would call home for most of the day. My path was greeted with slippery moss laden creek rocks, dampened leaves and deer snorts. The days plan was to setup on the edge of the thicket to see what I could catch moving about. The area is a recent logging cut with some pole timber remaining. The remaining vegetation is found its way to the 6 foot high mark choked with treetops and saplings. As the sun began its ascent the winds made me wish my base layers were not already damp. the chill of mixing wind directions made me second guess my original stand position. The decision was made to move into the cut providing multiple shooting opportunities that limit access paths the deer generally chose. I arrived at a tree destine to be my perch. The morning winds seemingly endless struggle to over power each other made the morning sit uneventful deer wise. I was an eager witness to a hord of feeding bluebirds seeking what remains of the weed seeds and bugs. For the first time i can remember in my life the bluebirds were too numerous to count. i passed the morning watching their interactions and playfulness as the chased each other through intertwining branches and brush. The incessant tapping of woodpeckers was only interrupted by the "wheating" of wood ducks that frequent the abundant food in the stream nearby. It was truly a good day to be alive deer or no deer. In the sky above the buzzard appeared to be grouping up for their annual pilgrimage south for the winter. They spent the day in the sycamore tree tops seemingly gaining strength from the suns rays. 3 tom turkeys were the only ground visitors that morning as a planned my spring attack for their iridescent feathers and blood stained noggins....it was decided by a strong majority vote that this hunter needed a break around 11am.....