I went deer hunting today, and was skunked. Matter of fact, after seven hours of stalking the woods, the only deer I saw was in the moonlight of early morning. Nothing after that, and I didn't even see a feral hog despite tons of sign.
So why was it a good day? Well, I hadn't been able to deer hunt for 10 years. Last year, after nine years of military deployments and an overseas assignment, I thought I would finally get to hunt. However, after getting a bow, and getting good enough with it to hunt, I was diagnosed with cancer. Well, the chemo put the hunting on hold for awhile, but now I've recovered enough to get out and enjoy the woods. So yes, it was a good day.