So, after finishing things up at school, I was able to take the LAST TWO DAYS of deer season and actually go into the woods and hunt, instead of just thinking about it. It was cold, raining, and windy... classic. The deer, or course, had better sense than to be out in this mess, especially with an armed stranger prowling about. I even hunted from my 'magic tree', from which spot I've taken many, many deer over the years. No luck. Two weeks before, a friend just back from Iraq wanted to go hunt on the land and unwind; in the process, he killed three deer in two days. Coming back to the house, he berated my brother and I for stealing deer from the local petting zoos to stock the farm with. Lovely. He lost track of the deer he saw; the only deer I saw was one that had very carefully bedded down about 15 feet behind my truck and quickly bounded over the fence onto county land (aka "out-of-bounds") when I returned cold, tired and wet the last day. As if insult needed injury, I found out that 4 deer had passed just behind the house earlier that same day while I was out in the woods.
So... finals for deer season are over this year. Based on the score, I think I'll be taking the course over next year...
LG
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