I struck out this season. The first deer I saw was the evening of the last day, driving home in the pitch black, 2 does and a yearling ran in front of the truck. But, I got the **** scared outta me. We were sitting in a blind at a migration trail, heard something behind us but never saw anything, and when we went to leave we found cougar tracks in the snow not 25 yards behind us, just at the crest of the hill. Big cougar tracks. Scared the living **** outta me.
If women can have a closet full of shoes, I can have a safe full of guns.