I went out Friday as the snow was coming in. Didn't see any deer but saw a hawk knock a little bird outta the air mid-flight and land on top of it. It all happened right in front of my stand and I just happened to be watching that little bird flit on by when the hawk hit. Pretty amazing. I ended up walking two miles home in the blizzard that night. Had about two inches of ice and snow on my wools when I got home. Didn't see any Saturday evening and just said the heck with it and stayed in on Sunday.
On the bright side, it's just a little less than 8 months to go til bow season!