I swear, I can’t buy a break.

So today I’m sitting home, contemplating my actions for the next phase. I will probably miss tomorrow as well. Standing in the pouring rain or driving snow until my fingers, toes, and… other extremities are numb doesn’t appeal a lot. Last night it took me two hours to stop shivering. And I don’t get cold easily.

All to see four deer out of range of any arrow.

Rifle season is open, but i can’t even see a doe in range let alone a buck. Hell, I haven’t seen a buck (except dead ones!) anywhere I’ve hunted in the last five years.

I am quiet. I am very careful about the clothes I wear and the scent I have. And noisy, fat bastards smoking cigars walk into the woods and come out five minutes later with eight, ten point bucks. What the hell i’m doing wrong, I have no damned idea.

Dad was a fisherman, and liked his quail and rabbit. What I learned of those skills- from him- are OK. But deer hunting I’m learning alone, and I have no idea why I was successful the first couple years and not the last two.

I’m fidgety, and have almost no ability to sit still- so this is all torture to me, and I put myself through it, and it’s not paying off.

I’m starting to get annoyed. And that’s not a good thing.