Beginning to feel like a cubs fan.

SO I spent my official last day in a tree stand.

I had zero luck.

so far this season I missed two opening days because of morons, worked all the best days of the year hunting wise, saw one deer that was scared away by an idiot in a car (I later discovered this fucktard had been arrested for what the DNR calls “Hunter Harrassment”, I guess he’s in the habit of “Saving bambi” from those mean old hunters)I saw two deer way to far away to shoot at, and got seriously skunked.

I guess there isn’t much shame in that, a LOT of guys got skunked this year, there were 161 cards issued at Kingsbury this morning, which means 161 guys hadn’t got their deer this late in the season (tomorrow season closes) so I’m not in bad company. And I personally know a half dozen of these guys, they’re veterans, far better hunters than I.

A lot of the season seemed to be about luck this year. Overall the season was warm, and the deer seemed to want to stay bedded down during the day, and late into the evening. If someone scared up a deer close to you, you might get a shot, Otherwise, even the diehard stand hunters, a lot of them, anyway, went home emptyhanded.

All in all, it was good to be in the field. I forget how much I like it. I forget how much I want to be away from all the technology. It was nice to sit and meditate. It was a shame I didn’t get what I hoped for.

Now:

For all you fucktards that couldn’t seem to remember to pack out the garbage you brought in, for all the beer cans, bottles, candy wrappers, jerky packages, hand warmer packages, etc. etc. etc., you should all have your asses kicked up past your shoulder blades. I took bags with me and toted that shit out for you, you asshelmets, and you should be ashamed. I’m not Mr Clean, by any stretch of the imagination, but I don’t inflict my garbage on everyone else. My truck is a mess because I won’t throw shit out the window, I keep it until I can throw it in the trash. Learn, fucktards.

Also:

For all you assholes who gutshot deer and let them off to die in pain, alone, I hope you have the opportunity to understand how that deer feels, someday. I WILL NOT TAKE A SHOT unless I can be certain that it will cause the creatures immediate and painless death. Nine deer, I saw with my own eyes, that died painful, slow deaths because you were too lazy to get out of your stand and track them. Nine deer that might have ended up in someone’s freezer, had they not been eaten by possums. Who knows how many I didn’t see. And for the little lady that picked up her arrow, saw it was covered with blood and pieces of intestine, and decided “it was too small anyway”, get out of the field. You are not a hunter. No matter how expensive your bow was nor how good a shot you think you are.

Now I’m gonna go have a cheesebureger, in utter disgust.