AWS’s last post about crunchy snow struck up a hunt memory from a few years back. It was a setup on a field that was tucked back in a ways at the end of a farm road. Cedar swamp on one side and a small river on the other. Well we had gotten a lot of rain about a week prior, followed by a freeze and heavy dumping of snow. I was going to pull a set right at dusk and walking in on the road wasn’t bad at all. Right where it opened into the field there was a 15-20 foot low spot that unbeknownst to me had flooded, frozen over, and the water underneath receded leaving a nice flat snow covered echo chamber when my hefty butt broke through with every step I took. It was a long enough walk in that I didn’t want to walk back out without trying! I figured that there wasn’t a rabbit or bird big enough to make that much racket so I made a couple excited pair yip howls followed by fawn distress and within seconds of starting fawn I had a triple come blazing in. I got one dumped and had feeding issues getting the next round chambered.
I guess a shorter way to tell the story is… If you make a lot of noise and refuse to back out… Sound like something that would/could make a lot of noise! Lol…