Got out to my brush blind about 5:30pm and the rain started. I slipped out and stood behind a tree for the 15 minute downpour. When it slowed to a drizzle I slipped back into my blind. 10 yards in front of me was a 2x2. We have a rule at my timber, no buck smaller than a 4x4 and the 4x4 has to be bigger than any you have taken no matter what you used to take him. It was hard not to shoot since I have never taken a buck, but I watched him for 30 minutes. I had no clue deer could lick their own @#$%%. Glad we don't eat their tounges! He finaly moved off to the west around the funnel into the other horseshoe of beans. After reading a post here on the wall about how fun it is to stalking in the rain, I decided to see how close I could get. I was wet, not seeing anything else to shoot, why not try to make some fun? I worked back through the timber and out the funnel. I came out into the CRP grass on my knees and once again he was at 10 yards. What a rush! Now it was pouring again. I decided to head home since my hat was folding down to my ears with rain. Thats when I saw 2 does come in at 30 yards. One took notice of me after a few minutes and came to check me out. She came all the way to 12 yards to see what I was. She finaly gave up, turned broadside and started to eat. I picked a spot, drew to anchor and took my shot. My arrow hit a thorn bush branch and flew 3 foot over her back. I could not belive it. All that work! So, I went home with no deer and a quiver on my back that was not quite full. Yet I had the biggest smile on my face when I reached my door. My husband and the kids thought I must have got the "big daddy" that we keep seeing when it is not deer season. No "Big Daddy", just the best hunting experience I have ever had. God has blessed us with an amazing land to hunt on and beautiful animals to chase. This kind of stuff makes you realize why we are so blessed to be Americans. Even if we have to put up with months of politics!!! Katie