Yesterday afternoon put out half a bag of corn because my son should be coming home for Thanksgiving. Decided to climb stand after because it was close to 4:15 and figured what the heck. Around 5:15 bunch of thrashing and grunting across the branch. Kinda wide, young six comes sauntering my way. Goes up to just put out corn, which hasn’t been there in a year and starts his supper! Meanwhile grunting continues back where he came from. Nothing else came out before dark. Bet my corn is gone though 😂
I love being in the woods…