Mike Belt
Well-Known Member
Thinking back on muzzleloader seasons past I think some of my favorite hunting has been on those cooler days right at the verge of being cold; the kind of day that when you fire off the muzzleloader the thick smoke just hangs right there in front of your face. You don't even get to see a deer's reaction to the shot and if he runs you have no idea which way he went. It sort of prolongs that anticipation feeling of did you get him or not and opens the door to the excitement of tracking and figuring out exactly what happened and which way he went.
I also like muzzleloader hunting on those mornings where the fog is heavy and alternates between lifting and settling back in and the patches of fog shift around in front of you. This type of morning has worked for the benefit of the deer more so than for me and has cost me shots at at least 3 really good bucks. For some reason I love the mystical magic of a buck not being there and then suddenly appearing before your eyes only to melt away again before you can get a shot off possibly reappearing a distance away.
I also like muzzleloader hunting on those mornings where the fog is heavy and alternates between lifting and settling back in and the patches of fog shift around in front of you. This type of morning has worked for the benefit of the deer more so than for me and has cost me shots at at least 3 really good bucks. For some reason I love the mystical magic of a buck not being there and then suddenly appearing before your eyes only to melt away again before you can get a shot off possibly reappearing a distance away.