Firearms season, and even a special herd reduction hunt, and not an ounce of deer meat to show for it. I’m so pissed.

It’s all my fault, of course, as it always is when you come home empty handed. Witht he funeral last week, other things at home and at work, I’ve not had my head in this as well as i should have, and the results are fairly predictable.

I did have one nice deer in my crosshairs one time, and the (*^)&%)&*%)( muzzleloader misfired. Oh, the wisdom of those morons in indiana who decided we couldn’t use high powered rifles. Sonofabitch. Anyway, there’s one season left, and I hope to luck out there. What a pain. I don’t feel TOO bad, because some hardcore oldtimers went home emptyhanded too.