Hunting in the snow should be illegal! It's just too easy. (Just kidding!) After the 16 inches we got here last week end, I finally got to go out yesterday. I wanted to drive up to my friends farm to do some late season scouting. My alarm failed to go off at 4AM so I was late getting up. I decided to wait awhile and just hunt the afternoon. I got out there about 1pm for an afternoon of muzzle loading. I parked at the barn where calf stalls are and headed out along the fence beside the feed lot, a 10 acre patch of woods where Gary drops the round bales. I could immediately see that the deer had been coming along that fence line and feeding with the cows at night. I continued across the pasture and into the woods on the mountain. The wind was coming down the mountain so I thought I'd just stalk a zig zag path to the top, cross over to the left side of the property on the trail at the top, and come back down the far fence line to the blind I left there during gun season. I hadn't made it 50 yards into the woods when I saw a set of day old Bear tracks and a pile of dirt where he had dug under an old log. While I was checking that out, I saw a group of 8 Turkeys coming towards me down the mountain. The closest one was a long beard, (turned out to be an 11" beard). He got to about 30 yards from me when I pulled the trigger. The Powerbelt bullet put him down instantly. I picked up my Turkey and continued up the side of the mountain. Before long I crossed a fresh set of deer tracks that came down the mountain and turned right on an old logging road that I was walking on. I walked another 20 yards and saw two does a short way ahead of me. I thought about taking a shot but the choose to let them go and see what else was out there. After another 100 yards, I ran into another group of 10-12 Turkeys. I got to the top, crossed the flat at the top and started down the the far side. Right above where I have a natural blind set up, I ran into 6 more deer, one a small 8 pointer. I watched them as they wandered over the property line to the neighbors property. When I was sure they were gone, I continued down to the blind and sat on the big flat rock next to the blowdown where I've taken several other deer. From there I could see across a big deep hollow with a spring in the bottom. As I scanned up the far side of the hollow I caught movement. I looked through the binoculars and saw 3 more deer, 2 small bucks and a big doe, 200 yards away working their way up the hollow. I steadied my Ruger 77/50 on a sapling and centered the cross hairs on the does shoulder. At the shot I saw her run over a ridge and disappear with one of the bucks on her trail. It was a long hike from where I was, especially carrying a heavy Turkey. I had to go down the ridge I was on, cross the bottom of the hollow and climb up the other side. By the time I got to where I thought the deer had crossed I was pretty winded. I walked toward a dry log that looked like a good seat. When I got there, I saw blood all over the snow. I knew I had made a good shot. There was a blood trail a blind man could follow. 50 yards down the trail there was a big fat doe piled up in the rocks. Using my haul rope, I tied the Turkey to the deer and dragged them both straight down the mountain towards the API blind I had planned on hunting until dark. When I got there, I found that the snow had caved in the blind and broken some of the fiber glass rods that hold it up. I also realized that the wind was wrong for that blind anyway. The deer had been coming in behind the blind on a couple trails that were just down wind of the blind, through the planted pines. I figured I'd cross back across the lower side of the mountain and see what was coming to the feed lot. I was a little ways inside the pines above an overgrown field, dragging my game parallel to the field. As I stopped to take a break, I saw 4 more deer 1/4 mile away, feeding in another field where there were patches of grass where the snow had melted. I watched them for a few minutes and started my drag again. I went another 50 yards when I saw 3 more deer coming through the pines toward the field. One of them saw me as I dropped the deer and took my rifle off my back. She started back up the mountain but stopped to look back. That was her last mistake. I looked at my watch. I had been there for 4 hours and had seen 18 deer and killed 2 Deer and a Gobbler. I gave the deer to the land owner, but I'll post pictures of the Turkey later. Yea, this snow hunting is just too easy. Deer stand out like Mr. "T" in a herd of Angles.