Some years I start counting the deer I see in April. That’s when I’m in the forest for turkey season. I didn’t get a chance to go out for turkey this year. It takes a lot of patience to sit in a blind for those stubborn birds. I went out for rockfish with my son instead. In a kayak I am always moving, and it takes less patience.
I count deer that I see from the 101 freeway also. They always seem to be in the fringe areas. I’d like to spot more of them in the forest where it’s public land. Yet there they are smack dab in the middle of the wild oats on private land, the white squares on the map. They’ll have to seek into cover in the green public land eventually. I’ll keep looking for an opportunity.
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