This deer season has been the strangest and nearly the worst I've had in a decade. I did score on a nice doe and I'm SO thankful for that.
I haven't laid eyes on a deer in a month and sightings before that were very marginal. The rut was non existent but I did manage to lay eyes on one mature beast.
Yet.... I still go out as often as I can, knowing in the back of my mind that it's probably going to be a bust. I continue to fill my gas tank and burn up the fuel in search of seeing "something" and come out of the woods empty handed.
I par take in the ritual of the hunt, showering, checking weather conditions and going over the mental map in my head, still knowing in the back of my mind that the deer have more than likely vanished.
I know the odds are/were severely against me this season. Some unexplained phenomenon has caused the critters to go completely nocturnal before November even hit. Coupled with EHD, it's been tough.
So.....why do we do this to ourselves??!! I cannot explain the reason or motive, it's like an addiction. I HAVE to hunt, even if the animals aren't there.
The time on stand and fuel burned isn't adding up to the space unfilled in my freezer, yet I still go without any reason other than "I have to".
I am a nut...hopelessly sitting in a vacant woods hoping to see something other than trees, LOL!