Well, today is the last day of firearms season in Indiana, and I'm sitting here watching it pour down rain. Last night while coon hunting near one of my old tree stands, I walked up on a Very nice 10 pointer bedded in the brush. He thought he was hid, and while my dad and I listened to the hounds trail Mr. Raccoon, we walked to within 30 yards of him. Let's just say he is nice, and when my new lone wolf sticks get here next week, my tree saddle and I will be hunting that thicket in late archery. Wish me luck!