It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...I got a decent shot at a deer, but I didn't get it. Deer season is minutes from being over for 2009. I had a half-way decent opportunity on opening day, but didn't execute satisfactorily. Four more trips seeking redemption produced nothing. The excitement provided by a chance to shoot at something other than paper with my Smith & Wesson 500 was worth the $28 for a deer permit, though. I'm sad that I missed my opportunity, but it saved me the hassle of field dressing and disposing of the meat. The wife wouldn't eat it, or cook it, so I probably would have donated it anyway.
I saw 6 other deer while armed and ready during the season, but none of them offered me a legal, or reasonable shot. Two does crossed from public hunting grounds to a private corn field only a few dozen yards away as I was driving yesterday. Three does attempted to cross in front of me from private land to public land this morning, but turned around and went back when they saw me coming down the highway. A nice buck showed me his bright white tail for a fleeting moment in the woods along a creek this morning, and that's the last I saw of him.
I'm not complaining, mind you, just relating the facts. I fully expect to get one (or two) next year, given the experience I gained this year.
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