Contemplations Upon A Tree Stand

October 25, 2013

I really thought it was going to happen this evening.

I don’t know why, but I just had a feeling that I needed to get up in the stand after work and I would get my shot… put my first deer in the freezer for this season.

Didn’t happen, of course.  You don’t see a new grip-n-grin, “hero shot” in the left margin of this post because I didn’t get anything.  I saw deer.  I see deer almost every time I go out.  Can’t really help it, there are so bloody many of them around here.  But, with the exception of a teeny-tiny, yearling doe, nothing came within bow range… at least not before dark.

I sat tight in the stand as the light dimmed, partly holding out hope for that last light deer, and partly just because I like being there so much.  At some point, I realized that I could no longer see the pins on my sight.  If a deer came out at that point, all I would be able to do is watch it. But still, I sat tight.

My stand sits at edge of the woods just at the top of my big pasture.  I built it about 10′ up, into the triple trunk of a spanish oak using cedar poles I cut while clearing thickets.  On the downhill side, the ground slopes steadily downward for about 200 yards, until it hits the flats at the bottom of the canyon, and then the road.  From this perch, I can look out across the canyon for close to 1000 yards.  I can watch the horses grazing at the hay feeder, and jackrabbits picking at my recently planted winter rye grass.  I can also look over onto the neighbors’ places, and watch deer and turkeys working between the open meadows and pastures.

On the uphill side, I have about 15 yards of clear sight before the cedar thicket obscures everything.  At 15 yards, the ground is pretty much at my eye level.  The ridge rises pretty hard right here, and stays steep all the way to the top.  Nevertheless, the woods on the other side of that thick wall of brush are laced with game trails.  White-winged doves roost here at this time of year, swooping in at sunset with a rush and clatter of wings just over my head.  The sudden noise is almost always good for a start when I’m not paying attention.

And just below the north end of the stand, the focal point really, is the spot I call the “Murder Hole.”  When I was clearing the cedar from this hillside, I made a swath about 30 yards wide by 30 yards deep that drops down into a draw.  When I got to the bottom of the draw, I realized there was a major intersection of deer trails.  An old fenceline runs sidehill along the ridge here, and in this spot it had been pushed up by the passage of game.  Deer tend to take paths of least resistance, so being able to walk under the fence instead of jumping over is a significant attraction.  It is like the spout of a funnel for deer passing up or down the ridge… and it is a classic spot for ambush.  I left enough brush here to provide a sense of security, but I have a perfectly clear, 30-yard shot right into the intersection as it comes out from under the fence.

It’s not a perfect stand.  Concerned about the health of the tree during the drought, I wanted to minimize the number of screws or nails I used… so the platform is designed to rest in the crown of the three trunks. I thought it was kind of clever, and it reminds me of the funeral platforms utilized by some native American tribes. But really, it sits at sort of a downward angle, and the lack of uniformity in the cedar poles I used for the decking makes for uncomfortable footing. It’s not very comfortable for sitting either. It’s hard to stay up there for more than three hours at a time.

One of the three trunks is pretty much dead and has shed most of its branches, stressed by the intense drought we’ve seen down here.  As the branches have fallen away, much of the cover they provided is gone, leaving me pretty well exposed… especially in the late season when the leaves have gone.  I’ve tried to compensate by placing some tank netting around the stand, but when the wind blows, the whole thing flaps.  That’s not good when you’ve got skittish deer… but sometimes the deer don’t seem to care.

The position of the stand also leaves me backlit at sunset.  I didn’t realize how badly I stood out up there until the game camera mounted in the bottom of the Murder Hole snapped a shot of a doe, and I could see myself in the background.  No wonder so many deer have busted me before I could come to full draw.

Not all, though.  I’ve killed from this stand, and I’ve missed a couple as well.  For all its flaws, the stand works.  There’s a reason I call it the Murder Hole.

“One day,” I keep saying, “I’m going to do some modifications… maybe bring up some plywood for a floor and walls, and maybe even a roof.  Just go ahead and build a shooting house up here.”

I never seem to quite get to it, though.  Probably it’s just me and my goofy aesthetic, I realize, but a shooting house feels like taking away some of the wildness.  There’s something about being exposed…about trying to fool these animals’ eyes with stillness.  Something about trying to time every movement with the movement of the prey, from raising the bow to coming to full draw without being seen.

It’s intense.  It’s difficult.  It’s often frustrating.

What does the mountain lion feel, perched over the trail, hidden only by elevation and a few clumps of grass?  He waits for the deer to take one more step… and then another.  Closer.  Almost.  How often does that perfect ambush fall apart in the snort and clatter of panicked hooves just before the pounce?

I like my tree stand.  It suits me.





One Response to “Contemplations Upon A Tree Stand”

  1. Dave on October 25th, 2013 08:39

    Sounds like you need to stop procrastinating and make those improvements you have been mentioning for months……………