MBRB Period 1 was this past weekend. We set up our stands on Thursday at noon and I was in and out as quickly as I could be.
I awoke slightly before my alarm on Friday and made it to the sign in location right after 5 am. A short drive and walk later, I was in my stand well before first light. The south wind was perfect for my stand setup as I access from the north, and am overlooking a trail that runs to my south and east/west. Hopes were high as I sat and listened to the woods wake up around me. Shortly after first light the wood ducks started piling into the protected pond near my stand. I couldn't see them clearly, but their constant calls kept me occupied for the morning. I ended up sitting until about 10:30 without any action. I climbed down and headed home to grab a quick bite to eat before heading back for the afternoon sit.
After grabbing some lunch and relaxing for a while, I headed back out. I was back on stand at 3:10 pm and boy was it warm! 84 degrees is something I'll never complain about in late September, but I worked up quite a sweat walking into and climbing my stand. Woodies and squirrels again occupied my eyes and ears as I waited for something to come along one of the trails. At 7 pm I caught movement on the south trail heading my direction. A lone doe was making her way in, ever so slowly. As she hit the trail intersection she became incredibly wary and tried to figure out what the humanoid blob hiding in the tree was. She wasn't spooking, but also wasn't sure. She turned to the west and was working across my face, broadside. As she passed behind a tree I shifted slightly to begin drawing. My boot tread caught something on my platform and made the slightest sound. Already wary, she took a few bounds and stopped to figure out what that was.
Now on my strong side and still at about 15 yards, she paused for a minute before getting back to her milling around. She made her way around my right side, almost fully obscured by heavy brush. I was just about to hang my bow back up when she did an about-face and made her way back into an opening. A shot opportunity was looking better and better! The doe stopped and stood at 12 yards broadside. However, she knew something wasn't right and was staring a hole in me, doing the classic look away for 2 seconds then snap back in my direction. I just needed her to turn her head 90 degrees the other direction and I would be able to draw. That, however, was not in the cards. She kept this routine up for about 5 minutes before eventually disappearing back into the thick stuff and out of my area. I was happy she didn't spook, but was oh so painfully close to having a shot!
Friday ended with me having logged a little over 8 hours in the tree and one deer to show for it. Others in the park were a little more successful, as we took 3 deer as a 24 person group.