A new quiet snow is like spring-training baseball. Hope abounds that this will be the time when everything comes together.

It’s been a predictably miserable bow season for me thus far—always is in a good acorn year. Once the oak nuts started dropping in late August, I knew that if I wanted to take a good buck in my traditional spots, I’d need to be in this for the long haul, possibly until our New Year’s Eve closing date. Empty trail camera cards for the past two weeks—primetime for the rut—have done nothing to change my outlook. But then came the snow!

A foot of snow would have been great, but I’ll settle for the four inches that I hunted in this morning. Although I had planned to shift locations to take advantage of our bumper acorn crop, I’ve decided instead to play a gut-level hunch that I like to refer to as “The Least Factor.”

Simplistically, it means that deer will instinctually gravitate to a favored food source that is available in least supply. So, for as long as the snow lasts, I plan on sitting my food plots with the hope that deer will try to gobble up the last of the still-green groceries. It’s a mere hunch and likely a bad one, but sometimes these things do pan out. Ever have a deer-hunting hunch work out with a slammer buck? Let me know. (I can use all the support I can get.)