End of January. They are cold and hungry. Gotta get the green grass out in the open because there aint nothin else to eat, though the first acorn crops and fruit in September tend to pull them out along with thirsty watering holes. New grub and thirst. The rut is ok, but the deer are all sprawled out everywhere and are moving at odd hours.
When I get on here my insane girlfriend thinks I'm tryin to hook up with chicks. I told her it's just a bunch of old geezers talking about huntin and not more crazy chicks.