Milwaukees Best Light said:
They say the loudest sound ever was a volcanic eruption, but I really think it is my son eating goldfish in the blind.
lol. I can just hear that!
My girlfriend (now wife of nearly 47 years) and I left College Station to meet my family where we deer hunted in Johnson City. Different ones of us kept seeing a lot of deer crossing one quarter of the property, had done so nearly every time we hunted. But they never made it to a stand and feeder we had over in that direction. I decided to go sit in an area between where they had been seen and where they must be turning off our property.
She was not a deer hunter, but she wanted to go with me, I think this was because she had not spent a lot of time with my family and didn't want to be in camp with anyone. So, I gave her a pep talk about being quiet, not moving around a lot, etc. We get set up under a small island of trees, overlooking a really nice looking area. She sat with her back to a tree, I did the same about four feet away, slightly in front of her.
After ten or fifteen minutes, I hear a very loud scratching sound, she had pulled one foot up to her where she could pull some stickers out of her sock and the dragging of that foot across dried leaves and twigs was pretty loud. Finished that, and the same scratching sound as she straightened her leg back over the leaves and twigs. Then of course, same thing with the other leg. Once it was back in place, she semi-whispered "I am being pretty quiet aren't I?" I nodded yes.
More time passed and I hear her unwrapping something, a pimento cheese sandwich. I could have smelled it at 100 yards and knew the deer could twice that far. I pretty much decided this afternoon hunt wasn't going to pan out.
More time passed and I felt something hit in my lap. Looked down and it was a piece of hard candy, in that crinkly clear wrapping that makes quite a bit of noise when you pull it off. I look over and she has this huge grin, I smiled back and listen to the hurricane of sound as she unwrapped a few pieces over the next 15 or 20 minutes.
As things sort of quieted down, she opens a can of diet coke or something, back when they had the pull tab ring thing and it made that spewing sound.
About fifteen minutes later here come the deer, around two dozen does and a spike, and a 7 pointer (as best I could tell). Nothing I really wanted to shoot. I felt a little guilty for feeling she was ruining the hunt. .
I might have missed the boat by not inventing pimento cheese cover scent.
